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Poem 9

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If I were nothing but a figment of my imagination
Then I shall be considered a route to terminal failure
If I were nothing but a show of weakness
Then my fight for love shall be concluded in my undermining mind

But I am nothing but a show of pretense
A theatre concocted in my psychotic brain
My subconscious a psychologist to its own pretentious lies
And I a puppet to its everlasting corrupted schemes

Though I do not fear what shall become of myself
I loathe the fact that everything about me is a lie
A lie that my subconscious has drilled into me
Without a back route door and no escape turn

I stand liable for a possible sociopath
No longer knowing the difference between me and my subconscious
I am surrounded by the darkest of fogs
And controlled by the cruelest of demons

I have no control, I am lost
Trying hard to find a balance point
But it seems to me that I'm slowly slipping of the edge
With no one to catch my fall

So I sit in the corner of the darkest of places
Slowly being surrounded by the numbered demons
Who have now found a way to be considered family
Since I have no option than to become a siphoned demon

I want to come back but have no idea where to begin
I want to be found, but there's no one fierce enough
I want to be lost, but even in the pits of hell can't accomplish this mission
I want to be dead but have no source of determination

So I sit in the corner of the darkest of places
The flames of hell slowly scorching me
But I'm too burnt to feel the pain
I want to come home, but don't know the way

Then my demons slowly sink in and whisper
"You have no home, for you have been engulfed by the flames of hell".

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@TemptedHeart.