The spines of the morbid
The spines of the morbid anger are getting shorter,
Becoming more animalistic.
The walls of my mind are crumbling,
And letting the anger spread like fiendfyre.
Consuming my mind and body,
Taking control,
And letting the demons out.
Possessing my body and soul,
Destroying all source of emotion.
Killing myself,
And being reborn.
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