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Impending sense of death envelops me
In my altered state I can't resist
In the shroud my ego evades me
Last glimpse of sanity is leaving

I am diseased
I am a withered husk
I am infected
Bloodletting is the cure

I trace the patterns
As they always have been made
My memory guides me
As my vision turns to red

Time slows as I dive below
Frigid water to ease the pain
Cold shock response steals my breath away
I gasp and inhale liquid

A numbness overcomes me
An indifference to consequence

I am diseased
I am a withered husk
I am infected
Bloodletting is the cure

I trace the patterns
As they always have been made
My memory guides me
As my vision turns to red

At the end of the barrel
I see gleaming fields of gold
My limp body swings
In pendulous motions

My noose is my cradle
As I drift into sleep
Free of the anxiety
Free of myself

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