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    Sensations of anguish swallow me whole
    Anxiety drills it's way to the marrow
    The quill I dip in the red ink impure
    To compose poetry by which they are allured

    Mounted upon a three-legged horse
    My zest for life trudges forth
    An invitation to the phantoms unseen
    The kama-rupic rinds in betwixt and between

    Like souls of sinners in purgatory fires
    Striving to escape the jaws of demise
    The remnants of unbridled human desires
    Severed from matter by the kiss of the Scythe

    Concealed in the multitude of leeches
    Yearning to feed on my vitality
    I can sense the intensity of their hunger
    To consume what is still left of me

    Predatory functions inhabiting not flesh
    As if vicious thoughts were floating around
    Sharing the collective curse
    The compulsion of parasite paradigms

    Drained me dry and emptied my chalice
    Leaving but an echoing well behind
    Locked up I am in this dark chrysalis
    To hatch out devoid of body, soul and mind

    Wrapped in the multitude of leeches
    Yearning to feed on thy vitality
    Thou can sense the intensity of our hunger
    To consume what is still left of thee

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