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Healers of the body, mechanics of the mind,
To the mundane lives of their subjects they bind.
Despite clashing personal interests they toil,
Fires of guilt burn away their mortal coil.
Knowledge though vast not every life can be saved,
Try as they might, to the ground they will be razed.
Even if one survives by a Medics ways
In the end it shall be the Divine who is praised.
Before you read this poem you should know what Capgras Syndrome really is. Capgras Syndrome is a disorder in which a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent, or other close family member has been replaced by an identical-looking imposter.
For more information you should refer: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capgras_delusion
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Are you the person I have always known ?
Identical looks, nothing but a clone
You declare otherwise, know you to be a liar
Impersonate the one that I truly desire.
Enter my life, pretend you belong,
Absence of my true partner, it wishes to prolong.
A perfect double that is all that you are,
An imposter with the malicious intent to scar.
It takes your place and insists that I am delusional,
But my head tells me that this is unethical.
This shoddy knockoff has emotions, sparse
Feelings towards me, nothing but a farce.
The one that I love has been replaced by this cheap mimicry,
A walking reminder of your dull duplicity
When do you actually plan on returning ?
Is it when this twin of yours is finally seen burning ?
Northern Nevermore 