The curse of a wandering mind
manifesting paranoia in time.
Imprisoned by day, seeking refuge in night,
by way of the resting light.
But tonight is a different night.
Reality piercing delight.
A virus released, spreading deeply within,
a dream turning into a sin.
With the fiery presence of proof,
scorching the innocent truth.
His words overshadow, through battling seams,
as night flows into a dream.
But I killed the messenger with opening eyes,
releasing his grasp of my mind.















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