My Evocation

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.