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Manic the essence of my mania,

this muffled, mixed up mess.

No internal malevolence is maintained,

by the creator of mental madness.

Am I the macabre militant madam,

or maybe just another,

magnanimous mirrored mirage?

Just the mistrust of misunderstanding,

in this mischievous misconception.

The bombarding of molecules in my mind,

mashed together into my perception.

Am I the macabre militant madam,

or maybe just another,

magnanimous mirrored mirage?

In the monumental morgue of the mortal,

no mortar to the mosaic of my shattered movement.

The ending multitude of misfortune has much to tell,

and only a murmur of mentality stabilizing.

Am I the macabre militant madam,

or maybe just another,

magnanimous mirrored mirage?

Still my actions melt into the next,

my mind left muddled from lack of maintenance,

and every waking moment leaves me vexed,

in this my manic monologue.