This viscous haze; pounding through every nerve, shaking the barriers of every earthly, cryogenic dream, each membrane cruely seduced and reshaped by a clogging insanity.
'You are hollow and disturbed' the only reply from the mirror. Echoing through my head. These are my terrors, every beating, living memory. Blinding, suffocating, I am frail, nothing but faith without religious reasoning. Would you hold me? Love me? Shake me until I am dead? You understand the creeping agony; You have felt my reptillian aches and primal carnality. Watching, we do nothing, apart from keep the needle in my hand and listen, to the dull sedation of the organic, rhythmitic pattering.
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