Poison dulls the senses.
Black fog reins in.
Numbness is the outer cloak
That cannot be removed.
Oppressive agitation is my food.
Drink from a cup of contagion.
Gnarl, twist, yelp, scream to find
your skull nailed to the floor boards
With a saber.
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