A Torrent Of Ills by Esoteric
Avert my eyes to prevent the falling,
Some things should not be seen
And if I dare glance
The quickening travels swiftly,
To take leave of my senses
Excess in place of sleep
Cathartic,
Still, yet restless amidst this elucidation
The red mist contorts, distorts,
Blasting through my mind
Destroying all rational thought
Reflections of dissolution
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