(7-22-03)
I am drawn
Upon myself
Like a body burning
On a stake.
Muscles shrink in
Intense heat.
Collapse into a
Horrible mockery of
A newborn.
I hold myself as
Tightly as I can.
Protect the organs,
Protect the organs.
This road is blocked.
Dead end.
You will find
No quarter here.
You will find
No quarter here.
Fear freezes me.
My face
An agonizing
Death mask.
I may
One day
Crush myself
Completely.
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