You've got a way with words that leaves me tangled in a rope of arms, tearing at my limbs.
I don't know whether I'm conscious or in a meaningless dream.
My body is ready to abdicate from this flesh-ripping virus.
No fucking cure; no fucking remedy.
Kicking and screaming won't save me from this affliction that directs my body and mind.
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