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A shattered mirror upon the floor
Spiders creeping on my door
On my leg a bitten sore
From the snakes upon my floor
Fire ants swarming on my bed
Sheets of white now stained of red
The only thing in side my head
Is that soon I’ll likely be dead
I feel poison in my veins
Feel my parasite-laden brain
I can feel nothing but pain
Seeing my blood fall like torrent rain
My skin shriveled, falling onto the floor
Blood against carpet like water to shore
This insanity screams more, more!
It’s only death and nothing more.
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C. Allen Thompson – 1996
A Carnival of Fables 