like a pregnant whore.
Fully loaded with "nostalgic fluids",
I suffocate in the last moments.
Through the dark tunnels,
worms crawl in anger,
onto my bulged pain!
I shrink towards death.
The unborn agony,
Ejaculates inwards,
Poisoning every vein,
Demise of Heart!
I rush in madness,
Wander like an outcast.
And I stop at the fissure of deep wound,
look through the ruptured opening,
within the bleeding cut,
I discover my"self",
Throbbing for death!
I cease to breath,
to become one with the wound,
that dwells within,
In silence.
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