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Jan 2018
Upon an evening
Introducing the cold dark night
Beheld a starless sky
Not a spec of light
I felt a presence linger
Upon which I could touch no finger
In my mind there brushed a feeling
So quaint and bizarre
Perceived from immediate space
As from afar
Someone staring at me
Glaring at me
Gazing into my soul
Taking me deeper down the rabbit hole
Ambiguously shifting between good and bad
Slowly but surely driving me mad
I have been ****** with this curse
It hurts like a disease
It just keeps getting worse
Am I who I am?
Who I am supposed to be?
Or am I just an empty husk
A shell of the former me?
Continuing to stare my conscience down
I hardly ever smile, I do more than frown
Yet I have to go on
Hoping I haven't sang my swan song
Trying to elaborate on my way of thinking
I used to resort to heavy drinking
To keep my mind out of the quicksand sinking
Staring death in the face
I see it winking
The devil had a hold on me
That I know for sure
Conniving, plotting, misleading, deceiving
The things I had known to be pure
Is the path I am on now worth of believing?
Or are the tiles shambles
And am I still schizophrenic in perceiving...?
Written by
Dillon van Kaam  27/M/Belgium
(27/M/Belgium)   
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