Another Soul Now Dwells

Wake up,
possessed by a nightmare.
Wake up,
convinced you are another,
not yourself.

Me and myself
never got along anyway.

Me, myself, and you.
I, not present.
Me, ironically without eyes.
Myself, desperately fighting
you, the architect of my misery.

It’s just an object.
Doesn’t mean what you think.

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