Nearer, closer, further...
Deep inside your bones...

Deep inside
I feel it search and seethe...

This poem was written some years ago during a very...
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My world is a stage
And you are all just props...

Are you all blind;
Or is it just me...

Spread your wings delicate butterfly
The wind has picked up it's time to fly...

I am isolated, separated,
Imprisoned by barbed wire...

It seeps through
Drowning all that is within me...

Get out of my head
Get out of my dreams...

You say I am safe because,
I will never be on my own...

Mary picked up a gun
And put it in her pocket...

I am the real phenomenon
No matter what you do...