Strange it always comes in the night,

where all my mind that eyes can’t hide

reveal the side thought sterilized;

a doctor and a mister.

Two sides to a coin,

once believed one eloign,

but nevermore,

lest delusion be reborn.

They live inside me,

fazed to a non-existent centre,

inside which I might find peace in my existence.

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