Stalks a truth under a whole.
Where science has failed
To explain at all.
She has an effect the stirs below
Where senses leave off
And the mind won't go
Waiting for the insight
To go ping in her head
Delighted by the oblivion
She asks for when dead
The phantoms inside
try their best to bribe her
But they cannot gift
What's not what's under
Doing her best at every point
To keep an oath made
Infront of those Phantoms
She remains unafraid
He called her his angel
just the other day
Caused her to curse
Spoken thoughts in play
Are not her type of normal
She thinks with vision
and feelings of the example
Her own brain is wrong
And causes her distress
But mind is over matter
and helps her express
Venting in this form
For all to see
This is the authenticity
Real and true for this she.
Painful to read back to herself
But clearer for her
To understand the pain
Weeping so much the world is a blur.
©wrennie
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