The screams are too intense
The noise renders me mad
My lips are sewn
Not a peep from within me escapes
Surrounded by a chain of repetitionSwallowed by a fate worse than my ownFollowed by a destiny I rather not seeBlinded by the depressing sounds of chaos
Howls from a banshees soul
Screeching...
Clawing from within me
The worms reek with the stitch of death on their breath
Fictitiously writhing within me
A chain of repetition drags me in an unending circle of madness....Woe is unto me
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