Death is energy, I am energy, I am death.
If I am death I determine life, I end life.
I am an executioner, so if I do my job as death, then execute me, and become energy.
Im not insane, I am enlightened.
Meds are for suckers.
I might as well just become energy.
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Author:
Polybius (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've stopped my meds. I'm seeing things again, I will become manipulated dead, and then I'll set an insurance trap to reset this shit. I don't deserve my meds I don't deserve sanity, but Ifeel oddly sane. Are my meds a lie? Am I a lie?
- Category: Surrealist
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