lifestealer
Lifestealer by Dan Verkys

The walls, they’re caving in
I sit idle, center of room
Folded up inside my mind
Origami swan in a flesh tomb

The heart, its drumming wild
I sit idle, center of sin
Beating the rhythm of my past
Cardiac arrest in a cage of ribs

The skin, its centipede crawling
I sit idle, center of plague
Festering from the inside out
Parasitic host lost in the vague

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