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The reoccurring dream of a stillborn child

I’m seeing myself, death in denial

The gift of knowledge, a grievance mundane

The ultimate pleasure lies within pain

The distortion of truth, the color of ice

The purity of youth, the labyrinth of life

The substance revealed, as though it seems

I cannot differentiate reality from dreams

Psychotic congestion, metamorphic mind

Lost lucidity, two worlds combine