The Crawl
Jason Cuthill
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As a lay in a ruin of my own making My stumbling mind seeping open from its fresh wounds A myriad of dormant tormented thoughts start oozing Their stagnant odorous ponderings into the empty shell of My mind, too much Too much For one soul to take Crawling in my sweat soaked sheets As ghosts of locked away terrors break through the barred doors once Forgotten Leering at my wretched state Mocking my pathetic frame as I arch and twist in terror Clutching at the books Stuffed animals and pictures of dead relatives And the holy texts that litter the walls But they have little use For the serpent is upon me His slit eyes and monstrous mouth seek to devour me I am alone There is no god here
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