That Look Again

That look in your eyes,
I've seen it many times before;
The first time when the child
Came crying from the bedroom;
Window was slightly open,
And you were fully dressed;
Running from goblins and ghosts,
The disguises for turmoil and pain:

The reality of misguided anticipation.

Hurt by hate sometimes hidden
Within an ebony shroud of denial;
Words which were twisted and arranged
To harm you, and to rebel from;
Answering the call of the wild,
Urges act like silent screaming;
Poison being poured into subconscious,
Back now with the hollow cheers of the dead:

The reality of misguided anticipation.

Eyes sunken in, face all shrunk,
Skin inflammed and always itching;
Visions occur of lost loves and family,
Now paranoia creeps into the cranium;
Ransacked now is all reason,
The shredding of all priorities;
Only one was to remain intact,
The one which led you to this place:

The reality of misguided anticipation.

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