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Wakeful, starving to the bone

Abnormally I feel

A primitive sensation is what moves

My body anxiously

A nightmare puts my feet into the ground

The ground

The tasty blood I need to keep me warm

Hunger in the morgue

Hunger in the morgue, a precious brain

I'll eat

An apendix through my forehead is leading

Me to it

The hemoglobing's cough by my new sense

The sense

A spectral view, don't mind if they're alive or if they're dead