(An original poem by Ty Thomas)
slowly washing over me
filling me with hatred
for what, I can not say
For I don't truly know
My mind, torn asunder
ripped between personas
voices lapsing into silence,
as the darkness settles in. . .
It urges me forward, quietly
directing my life from shadows
without, I am shattered, lost
but with it, my soul is trapped. . .
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