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I'll be on my way, he said, as the knife quivered in his eye
I let down my heavy head, the screaming wall began to cry
You've lost your last hold on your flimsy mind, you know you've done it now
I turned my head and looked behind at the blood welling from his brow
The harlot slowly crossed her legs, vanished into a drowning child
Forty rows of angry spikes, each one through a squiggling limb
The glass faces of the frigid mares, dragged and sheltered in the wind
The cold draught brought the stench of pus, the boil bubbled on his flesh
The grey mist wafted in, undulating, shrouded all
I was walking up the endless steps, oozing bubbles from the cracks
Blazing Betelgeuse lit the way for me, laser heat transmit my soul
The pressure force forced me on to the long knife at the end
The wave rocked by brain, crashing smashing it all wrong
Lighthouse beam cross the black waste, split the black till it was dawn
My mind returned to that stale room, panic took hold of his brain
Slowly, slowly it died away... would I ever be the same ?
