That we all know
Creeping in the dark
Do we know it?
Insight;
It sits on the mind
Heavy and lonely
Lost in the sight
Of thoughts that shuffle
From wire to wire
Head to head.
The burning sensation
It seems to be in
A face red as fire
Staring into that which it perceives
That which has burned it.
The scariest thing of all
The face we see in the shadows
Our own face-
Kept from us
Kept from them
Kept from us.
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