Consumed in the art of evocation
For they I can feel true relation
I can not tell apart their delusion from mine
The the path I go is no where near a simple line
Communication with them I will
With them in my presence, I\'m hypnotized and will sit still
I can pour my feelings out to them and feel no less
I must express
Torn between what\'s true or unreal
Wondering if it\'s a delusion masking what I truly feel
Shard of stainless steal
Cure my vile entertainment of death and watching my own skin peal
Evocation for my demons is a remedy
They show me the darkness, that I am okay to be me.