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A fog has drifted over my thoughts
Coveing them with ease and effort
Anger and death mix within, so soft
I hardly register this change
The fog leaves, letting me see
Through eyes unclouded, so it seems
This hopeless agony is buried

Turmoil strikes a second time
coming too fast,distorting the real
Seeds planted by the first wave
Nurturing, am I it's slave
My emotions dying, I am drying up
A shadow of the person I once was
Little fight left within

A visit I was expecting
This third time, a violent hope
Match wills it seemed to be
The upper hand I have, I can't lose
Strength multiplied by cultivated hate
To you I owe this honor
To me I owe this weakness

A battle is what you seek
Wishing to subvert me,
You can't see the depth or length
Of the conspiracy of my wrath
Blindly groping power without thought
You reached above yourself this time
I am a deviant within this realm

We've waged our war through unpractical means
words flowing from dry, cracked lips
On the surface I have lost this battle
yet within,
Such fragile persons we both are
hiding behind perfectly constructed facades
I broke your mind and you were lost

We've commenced, and you taste defeat
It bubbles with your tongues saliva
Unbroken silence pervades your being
Trying to swallow it and mend your soul
On good terms we will never be
This thought we understand well

Calm but never free
For I know that I am different
Inside me however, is a dead being
And tears, threaten to overwhelm
I will forever be two
One a shadow of the other
But which is real