Manifestations

Twisted, Mangled Forms
bleeding forth
dripping hate
unfold what lies
what lies between The Minds of a City

Draged, Cut, Baked, Chewed
Manifold its Vectors
demented its call
its shrill into the cold air
of
Broad day Light

Its shadows like night

It haunts me
It Taunts Me
This fear, This shrill
It mimics many
Its association runs deep

Now it comes for me
to be me

Is it?

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