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Sitting there in silence

Resting weary head

Tears streaming downward

Dull noises in his head

Sentiment a defect

This known since birth

Yet he cannot stop it

Like the turning of the Earth

Rubber and metal

And body meet

In one

A blissful reunion

Akin to rising sun

Heat flushes upward

Brain seizes to spin

Sounds, and sights, and smell

Soon lose their repulsing

Acrid everything

Food can be eaten

Crime scenes can be braved

And life can move on

He can become semi human

And then like a burst of light at the end of a long train tunnel

Comes his blonde haired savior

The knight in armor made of jumpers and steely blue eyes

Surly glares and full body laughs

Dimples and lashing hands

Angry, venomous words and exploring hands, eager to find the source of his pain and fix it

His lovely blue eyed knight, come in from long battle

Weary from unforgettable sights

But his knight is not only in need of fixing

He heals as well

Destroys the syringe

Drains the bottles

Snaps the rubber tie

And then he heals him

Waves soft hands over unsteady, inconsistent dream filled sleep

Makes the monsters retreat for another night

Allows him to tell what little he can off his disjointed childhood

But then he most go

Leave his knight and disappear

And the monsters lash out

Vengeful for the mistreatment

And he must hunt down his goto gal

And drain the little bottle

Expert movements dictate his actions

All leading to the inevitable

Flying

Shimmering

Majestic

And then the fall

Slippery slope

Leading to his demise

And all with the knowledge

His knight never was real

A figment of his imagination

A delusion of a mind

Withered

But still

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