Trapped in lycanthropic manic cycles,
Flooding Water, Burning bibles.
Bones reshape, skins unknown
My flesh betrays what I know.
Impaled on thoughts of dawn and dusk,
I watch the clock with a mind I can’t trust,
Each click with growing disdain, My eyes start to strain.
Bound to Fear and Hunger my endless campaign
The moonlights carved it’s path in bone,
Forever imprisoned to...
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