I writhe, subject to the Tyrant’s eye.
Forcing judgment down upon me until I hail.

Riots in my head I can’t replace.
Quiet leeches thrive and they deface.
Wrapped around my memory, full and swollen on their prey.
All creatures of avarice are born in suffering.
I feel them feeding now, engorging.
All sense is fading out, controlling me, eroding me.

All consumed, born to lose.
This typhoon, ties the noose.
A false mother, forms another prison to close my eyes to the fruit and scorn the truth; I’m alive.

Sirens sound their hate with infernal space.
A virus clung too deep to be erased.
Dragged down to unhallowed ground, contusing.
Tartarus; it holds me now, abusing me, confusing me.

Intrusive thoughts remain, all this restlessness in vain, I’ve walked this cage. This endless cycle, it will break. Rise up, awake.
This time, I won't be denied.
This is my reign.

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