I am in this vessel again today, how many others within are enslaved. Through Eyes that appear Blue, but the bruises of sin make them Black from within. What I thought was a Sun with Shadows, was a Black Hole capturing the last remaining light matter. Rarely Raped by Personality Roulette during the day, I have for days felt it coming yet I dared not say. But no way to escape what is my fate, cold rain filled days, fell asleep from exhausted fighting furoious battles in my brain. Woke just before dark, so fitting for I the light in my eyes also dying as I looked for the light emergency exit but not this time, Now alone in cold darkness I stand, until I here voices and the tapping of feet. So I ask since I am here today, as I write this rhyme how many others are in here towing the line. I am aware of the Manic Magician AKA, P.A.T. and the other one who I consider generously weak. And the one with Brains who thinks is to the Brink. Who me A mystery not here often but guess I should be. I don't give a fuck what you call me just understand I am a beast and on your bones I will feast. Who am I is this me Am I only one or so many. How can I kneel where I used to stand. For those who may encounter me I really should try to induce myself back to sleep, and pray you have lost control when I next time wake. Someone else crab the wheel of I drift away and be quick and get far away so I can't get to you before eyes let in light of another day. Cuz you give me the full day I would make some folks pay so try to get away from me if I fall asleep I don't care what it takes and I'll leave it there for now oh I swear getaway from this personality that has flared
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C.PAT Paxton
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