Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;
Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured synonyms.
Inspire in me apathy, disinterest;
say, so that I can find Sleep. But once darkness fell,
I peeked under my pillow for it, and it was not...
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