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My spine

Is a corridor

Each room filled

With so many horrors

I climb up to its peak

My wrists becoming weak

Hers is the voice of all my demons

My skin begins to dry and crack

Horrific vision finely honed

The antlers bursting from my back

As I am crowned with a halo of bone

My skull

Is a shapeless void

Inside

Every pathway leads to torment

I reach up toward the crown

The sweetest dream of drowning

My soul is splitting at the seams

My skin begins to dry and crack

Horrific vision finely honed

The antlers bursting from my back

As I am crowned with a halo of bone

No map to guide my way

My skull

Shapeless void

Inside

The crown

Dream of dying

My soul

My soul is split