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May 2014
Double the vein flow in my pupil
Oculus transformed into a mesmerizing red
Reminiscent of all the ghosts
That all haunt me when I go to bed
Visible arteries to look vivid
An intricate complex of vessels
Dear God help my soul
And allow my eyelids to tremble
A cross of the heart and a blink of the eye
Blood slowly permeates the vision
The demons put on their robes
And remove my vessels with a incision
Bloodshot eyes all clear of blood
Deception by the inner demons
Dear lord help me tremble
And keep me from treason.
Exhaustion is masked by our drive to keep going
I see that as deception.
Dr O
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Dr O  United States
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