it is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

At 4.48
When sanity visits
For one hour and twelve minutes I am in my right mind.
When it has passed I shall be gone again,
A fragmented puppet, a grotesque fool.
Now I am here I can see myself
But when I am charmed by vile delusions of happiness,
The foul magic of this engine of sorcery,
I cannot touch my essential self.


4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane

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