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Purge
I noticed I uttered a sound
Creeping crawling inside my mind
Took hold of my imagination
Brought my dead to life
Brightened my light
It severed,
It devoured.
It cut a hole into my head
Dripped out onto my hands
Drained into my veins
Pulled at my soul
And tugged at my sight
I could have cared less
Watching myself in the mirror.
I knew it was a show
Played in its three little rings
No one to conduct its talent
No one to let it be free
Well now it has dripped
It’s last drip
And poured all it could muster
The trip is over
It’s all time for us to go home
