Throbbing vibration knocking wild
Rhythmic pulsation, reverberating sound
The pale quivering lips of a lost little child
In the deathly still room that your loud heart confounds.
Seducing stone walls that imprison, dishearten
Shackles that twist and gnaw and burn
Idealistic thinking of becoming a martyr
Degenerating into an insane self concern.
Paranoia just out of reach,
Always biting from behind
Voices in your head arguing
Losing control of your unconscious mind…
Angel of decay imminent, thrashing
Obliterating your last will
Haggard old God cackling, laughing
And wingéd Death drives in for the kill.
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