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once, where terror used to rightly reign

there now dwells a lulling quietness

a gentler form of pain

and I am unstoppable where I am suddenly slain

disrupting havoc brought on by the hunger of a

'Starver's Gain'

I constantly question my better judgment in less

than virtuous vindictive vain

and my rusted thoughts collide with themselves like

a run away railway train

where this guarded self awareness is headed I am yet

unable to say but all other remaining senses it will

likely deny or drain

until it all comes to a certain point in my unlighted

life when the truth I will no longer be able to feign

then where will I, by myself be

a place like heaven or more the resemblance to hell

if these feelings I felt were to come into tomorrow

then maybe then the difference I could tell........

(written July 22, 1992 pm)