It's cold my friend these bones ache and rattle
and quake at the firey world around me.
my heart races stronger with thoughts impure
Demure people have no idea the strain.
What vicious act of mind adulteration
i've come upon virulence in body as well
I regret.
Oh porcelain throne adorn my head
Evict the culprit of this demon in my soul.
a wretch that makes all men whole again
would bid grateful welcome to me now.
This feeling in my stomach, heart and head
am I panicked? Dying? Or already dead?
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