Quissidelan
A psyche to that of a tail
Fray of fevered life
To cling from haphazardly
Atmosphere of neurotic sense
As a sensual feeling of mistrust
A degenerate madness to seep unto
Dipsomania a malignant disease
Claws to dig into this mind
Fear of an unrelinquished sense
Tear reason from its root
Grow an animosity within its wake
Segregate the sane from the questionable
A drink of thought quenches the mind
Shot of data to inspire few
Few that would make considerable difference
To drag and tear this pride from me
Rip my fangs from my muzzle
Scorch my tail in flames of hate
Lap my blood hidden in my veins
Masticate my soul as ravenous force…….
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