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Psychotic insanity;
Consumed by delusion;
Distinction of reality is mass confusion.

I am Eli.
I am Elizabeth.
Others reside.

When Jacob emerges;
We frightfully hide.

Unsure of his deeds;
Memory is lost.
The blood on my hands;
Determines the cost.

Obsessive compulsion;
Takes immediate charge.
Scalding the shower;
Endured by Marge.

Once the gore diminishes;
I am now Kate.
Hastily, I dress for work.
I'm never late.
I answer calls from nine to five.
Oblivious of the entities that thrive as I strive.

After my shift;
I get into my car.
Star is my name.
I drive to a bar.
Slinky, my attire;
Constricting and black.
When a cowboy takes me home;
Jacob is back.