All the so-called thoughts
You think
I think
Are lies
And I think
We think
Alike
Sharing a mutual suspicion
Makes us grow stronger
Revealing what hides in the dark
Behind the eyes
A chemical fire burns
As we feel around blind
To Get Her
A non medicated girl to make my head spin
In the state asylums
Nurses walk around making sure everyone remains sedated
And thoroughly medicated
But I fixate on a secret
Bouncing off the walls
No pills can tame me
No regime can drain me
Take from the norm
And put me in here; please
Or I'll rain down a storm
Of bloody violent thoughts
Buying all the time I need
Until I see that sight beholding darkness
Captivating the madness
By penetrating the fear of freezing to death and dying alone
When we see each other we just know
About the Creator
Sean McGuckin
Perched humbly
Up above the Earths sphere
Here I can see
The egregore
Of influence
Kakodaemon
Who ensouls
Humanity
Phonetically
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