As she goes to sleep,
Her soul is burning,
Coolness is the worm,
The worm suckling out warmth,
Releasing her sulphur,
Decomposing faster,
To dry out into a carcass,
But body is full of worms,
Devouring insides in sworms,
Swords, wands, razorblades like pain,
Swallowed randomly,
It’s a fear I can’t express the dread,
Like slicing your eye ball with a blade,
Like sticking pins through a man’s testicles,
Like tearing her soul out.
That’s how far she tried,
Tried to pull out, to light;
The Nocturnal Worms,
From her body,
She failed, and failed,
Now forever in her eternal sleep.
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