Positive becomes negative,
confusion reins supreme.
We know not what we are doing.
Our lives become muddled
and turmoil sets in.
Nothing is real anymore
all our thoughts are imaginary.
We see loss
when there is no loss there.
We fear everything we hear.
Thoughts become illogical,
and we see everything as some kind of plot
and the demons in our mind
are now working overtime.
19 May 2009
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