Snakes are crawling behind my eyes,
My tongue is forked in twine lines.
A bleeding alien rues across my skin,
I feel possessed, it's deep within.
My fingers crack as bones revolt,
Crawling through ashes in leaden vault.
The raging heart within me, is not my own.
It's a fake, an intruder, made of stone.
I woke one day with a freezing chest,
Cold...
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