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Stream of consciousness from last night:

Evanscent thought.

In a swirl of chaos and musix I'm in a thousands strong crowd.

Feeling the ebb and flow of their collective stride and the texture of their thoughts I'm in an island of myself.

As I wonder through the crowd I stay in contact with my companions; They are one with a crowd that I am merely an observer in.

Strange how one can be in the midst of something but not of it. No matter what drug I do I never fully submerge.

Maybe I don't want to get lost, maybe that makes me unique.

Maybe I'm just scared. I just need to stop thinking.

And Feel.
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New Poem (and this one I actually consider to be good for once)!!!!

DEMON
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I look across the landscape,
I look into the dreamscape,
My mood is always the same,
How much I've waited and stayed.

But now the time is ripe,
I'm gripped in her delight,
I'm soaked in all the spoiles,
Of long forgeotten toils.

I'm shruken underneath his pain,
I'm lost, I've gone in vain,
I'm broken and lack my site,
And I can feel no fright.

She's shocked and I'm smiling,
His soul has no silver lining,
No one saw me coming,
And they can feel the demon running.

He's out there on his way,
His vengence he will claim,
And no one else can see,
That the demon is in me.

The demon's getting free,
I've lost what I once could see,
I'm melting into your pot,
I'm smelling like all the rot.

And no one knows it's me,
the demon now is free,
I've searched my soul and found,
he's come without a sound.

I'm loose and now they see,
the demon now is me,
I'm lost and unafraid,
he's loose and I'm untamed.

But they've no clue,
they make no sound,
no warnings now do they abound,
And I can feel the demon coming.