Torn by each brutal thorn, reeling and weeping
pallid body
naked, bleeding
cold.
Nettle stung ankles
my soul: seemingly sold
Nightfall arrests this most futile of quests and i sink deep, into the moist warm soil
forgotten, in this curs'd warren
forlorn and downtrodden
the SUCCUBUS descends...
asphyxiates my senses, night terror, relentless.
I choke and gurgle spittle laments, prayers
DULL STARES.
I AM MAGGOT MEAT.
The bracken sambas and the Banshees shriek
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