A million second hand glances away
I taste the last drop of mushroom tea
The sun melts into lovely rain as I sway
Wet fiery pelts of hell fall down on me
So I did not witness her untimely arrival
But I did stand in awe of the feisty banshee
My soul fled its cage in hopes of revival
Grasping at my wraiths tail I managed a plea
For she holds the keys to bliss or pain
But its the wormhole on the count of three
One...You are the twisted deviations bane
Two.. Your light and shine I take from thee
Three. You will never come out of this sane
I dreamed a scream and prayed for a gaze
I opened my eyes and she was missing
So I humble gave thanks to the lord of praise
Only to hear another dark voice hissing
If my fingernails had a perfect memory
How would I ever forget the gashes on my body
I lashed out as the demons hand felt treachery
I was in the nightmare of all I could embody
And the tea would give no clarity in the clash
The monster chewed at me until I was death
Soon my burnt corpse would be nothing but ash
One...I can take you and your breath
Two.. I will allow you to live if only you see
Three. You and I are endlessly bound
The lights kicked on and I was helped to my knees
Cries of anguish came from all who were around
And in the mirror I could see the culprit indeed was me
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