First or last, black or white.
Slow or fast, dark or light.
There is no middle way.
I miss the color gray.
I must see all extremes.
I yell loud, silent screams.

Poor individual,
trapped by his own rituals.
It needs constant checking.
It's almost nerve wrecking.
Hands, spic by endless cleaning.
My actions have no meaning.

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I don't feel any pain,
but do they mind our brains?
Our souls are bound and chained.
I am going insane!

It has to be perfect,
each and every aspect.
A never ending quest,
for the worst, for the best.
There's no imperfection
at my own inspections.

Losing my memories
forgot all my stories.
One gigantic black-out.
That's my life, no doubt.
This cerebral demise
made me as cold as ice.

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