madness, bleeding out of my tear ducts like the slime oozing from the innards of corpses, dripping dew condensing on the stones that comprise the walls of the water well, screaming at me, tearing my bones into splinters . . . my subconscious is dripping, dripping red onto the pages of a glowing window somewhere . . .
Thursday, July 12, 2018
It's rotting, it's melting, it's congealing, it's rotting, it's withering, it's decaying, it's peeling away, it's flaking into dust, it's rotting, it's birthing, it's spreading, it's congealing, it's spawning, it's coagulating, it's hardening, it's shedding, it's flaking, it's cracking, it's oozing, it's infected, it's squirming, it's gnawing; it's rotting, it's taking hold, (of my mind, body, soul, chewing through every single dead piece of my corpse- oh dearest lord, so much of my body is necrotic; it's all dissolving away; it's peaceful here; help me out of this dark place!) it itches, it's rotting, it's there (inside your skull)
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