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Rising from the torpor of stale water |
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Reminiscent fragments of memories |
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Pierce my consciousness as shards of glass |
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Slowly forced through living meat |
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Reflecting images taught forever erased |
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How wrong was I now I discover |
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Feeble inside tenuous restrains of taught |
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Laid by confessions amid deep introspection |
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Solitary monologues of a madman's temptation |
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Scourging dreams of stealing chastened blood |
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From the vestibule of innocence |
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To satiate the thirsty vaults of my sick mind |
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Once more I watch these hands these fingers |
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A tight noose wound round a shriveling throat |
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Striped of life extinguished like a flame |
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Violated Venus dressed in liquid |
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Enveloped in death silhouetted in the darkling shimmer |
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Staring open mouthed back at me |
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In serene surreal ambiguity |
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Black eyes mirroring the haze on my blank face |
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Vacant within sinking the tips of my fingers into her |
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Eyes losing luster like worthless stones adorning |
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The disembodied remains beneath the surface tension |
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Specter of a denied past still looming in my head |
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But no more at rest now residing within my hands |
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At last released free afloat and she slowly sinks |
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Abandoning me as fluids invade her chest |
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Guilt does not impair primordial needs |
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This deed only inflames my hunger |
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Yearning more throats to smother |
