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Pulsations of throbbing pain,

I feel myself going insane.

Frenzied visions encompassed by decimating disease,

abhorrerations once hidden now sorely unhinged.

Not even an angel's touch could put me at ease,

the sickness inside me has left my brain rotted and fringed.

The abyssal things that prance in the corner of my eye,

they come to life with the sickness of my mind.

Death is not mercy,

it is merely an offering.

Life is but a false controversy,

a miniscule glance of demons prospering.

For me, they have come,

just another 'patient' undone.

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