lost in the shadows of the bipolar perspectives: part I.

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and I laugh

till I start choking on tears

trying to comprehend

how bizarre it is

your desire your belief

that one day we’ll both

fly freely in heaven

your delusion that in eternity

our feet won’t touch the ground

it must be the stench

of my rotten heart

clouding your judgement

it must be

why else would you fail

to see the doomed demon

that resides inside me