Through curdling trauma, under a reddening horizon,

The sting of your offenses, take me to the well’s bottom.

From a sickening coast, with maddening zeal.

Your poisonous whispers, leech my sanity.

After the sun has set, and the blood moon rises to scorch,

I’ll be the one waiting, with a carving hook and bruised chain links.

Passing through the cruelest mirror, reflecting your hateful glut,

I absorb all ills, tortured, desperate, the resolution of prey.

The night desert burns my soles as I sprint. I will drag you back across without a merciful hesitation.

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