The Inner Assailant

July 16, 2013

Nowhere for me to conceal my hideous face

As creatures scour their way out of my body.

I have no defense against the biting and tearing of my skin

Slowly being ripped apart.

Is there no way out?

No way to separate myself from these demons?

They claw and crush

While I am left to bleed.

A broken vessal

Free from its host

But lost to its bretheren.

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