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I stood up and met the sky
stronger yet it wasn't there
though I looked and sought the voice
the wickedness forced me here
and here I dream 
of steamy nights
my psyche loose, divested bare

I balk as if I had a say
but my psyche doesn't really care
that damned controlling dictating freak
stands broader from where I seek
and without depth of my mental peak
my thoughts are empty, skeletal, sheer