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The Awakening

Patches of real­ity woven together like a tapes­try of linens
Mad­ness is what they call it.
Thats all it gets so we where ribbons

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Reality

I seek sanc­tu­ary a deed­box to lock
My thoughts in place
I see reflec­tions in mir­rors
But can’t rec­og­nize the face

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Dr. Plisky

What hap­pens when the diag­no­sis doesn’t match the cir­cum­stances
We blind our­selves under a veil of our shad­owed acad­e­mia
Slave to our learn-ed behavior

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Darkness Looms

The veil has shad­owed my exis­tence
Time is the enemy of the good
But I don’t blame them
Even though I feel I should

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Past Demons

And though I’ve walked in the shadow of death
I feared no evil
Peo­ple just want a glass they can see through
But I am a cloud from which they can not understand

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Dr. Kypsil

What do you remember?

I remem­ber time Doc­tor
Sulk­ing at the end of a bot­tle col­ored ochre
Black angels com­pli­ment­ing my slow demise
Taunt­ing me. Michael Sep­puku they say

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Pale Illumination

I knew her as Rachel
Black­ness blan­keted my eyes
Shield­ing them from the skies
I tossed and turned my body writhed
But Rachel knew it was not wise

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Dementia

I’m just a wolf with blood on my Talons
Stalk­ing my prey Offi­cer Brent, Ray and Allen
I know them all to well
Respon­si­ble for lock­ing me up
Behind a padded cell

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Dr. Plisky’s Diagnos

Frozen steel warm­ing up
To bel­low the ban­shees cry
A judge and jury
Cast­ing down judge­ment and inch from his eye