Secreted from the depths of my mind and primed for your consumption.

I see people pass me everyday
Their faces blur into a fleshy mess
The season changes
The leaves fall
The water rushes
The air cools
Nothing is the same
The blurs pass me
Each day doubles down on the last
I wait and wait
I don’t know for what anymore
My circus of new suffering
Engages me
Persuades me
Evades me
Elates me
A molting

A repugnanty blitzes before me
Convulse with me

My fangs grow
I breathe slow
I’m a new me

My flesh is weak
My flesh is weak
I’m stronger though

I’m not found
I’m not found

My flesh is weak
I’ll kill you slow
I’ll kill you slow
Don’t get to close
Don’t get to close

I’m a new me
Breathe
Breathe

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