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Desolate days and endless nights pass  extraneously slow

Broken by intermittent episodes of almost breaking through

Suddenly plummeting into the abyss of darkness

plucked up and tossed about by hell beasts

Dropped and swooped upon

in a sickening game of amusement

leaving suddenly, only to return

before the heartbeats settle 

Living on the edge of destruction 

Closed in

paranoid delusions make themselves at home 

Like fleshy entities adding credibility to my vile suspicions

I trust them more than I trust myself. 

I'm still here though in some reasonable fashion 

Watching the carnage fall 

I know it's not real, but the cards are falling

I see the flashes of what could be

As they turn over and over never seeming to land 

This is the unknown.

The fear of losing control

Funny thing fear, 

What it has the power to do

Even funnier is,

I know all this

And still I feel

there's nothing I can do.