Note: A reflection on dissociated states. We all assume that we are in voluntary control of ourselves till it all falls down. This is a dark poem, but an important one…
This is baby blue,
Waking up in morning dew,
I have done something in my sleepy state,
The morning dew is bloody, Kate.
I have gone away, little Kate,
The night had come pretty late.
I had to retaliate,
I cut myself, sweet little Kate!
You are my daughter, little Kate,
It is not me you should hate.
Blame the stranger in my bed,
The one inside my head.
It was not me,
Please, that you have to see,
It was the stranger when it was late,
While I was in my sleepy state!
Waking up in morning dew,
I have done something in my sleepy state,
The morning dew is bloody, Kate.
I have gone away, little Kate,
The night had come pretty late.
I had to retaliate,
I cut myself, sweet little Kate!
You are my daughter, little Kate,
It is not me you should hate.
Blame the stranger in my bed,
The one inside my head.
It was not me,
Please, that you have to see,
It was the stranger when it was late,
While I was in my sleepy state!
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