| Beams of fire sweep through my head
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| Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
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| Sensory receptors succumb
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| I am no one now, only agony
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| My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
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| The ruby fluid of life unleashed
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| Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
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| Their red pens drawing at random, at will
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| A myriad pains begotten in their wake
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| The bastard spawn of a mutinous self
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| The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
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| Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
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| Malfunction — the means for its ascent
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| Bloodletting — the stringent voice to beckon my soul
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| So futile, any resisting tension
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| As death-induced mechanics propel its growth
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| The implement, the device of my extinction
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| The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
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| The definitive scourge of its mockery
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| The end-art instruments lethality attained
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| Heed — it commands, heed my will
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| Bleed — it says, bleed you will
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| Falling into the clarity of undoing
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| Scornful gods haggle for my soul
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| Mind’s eye flickers and vascillates as I let go
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| Taunting whispers accompany my deletion
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| A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
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| Chanting softly the song of depletion |