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Thrash my revenant form against the gathering dark

That swarms in purulent configurations

I swear I could hear someone calling out from that muck,

the cadence of a voice I hoped never to hear again;

a phantom's cruel whispering to take dignity in the end

Something follows

It has festered in the dungeons of consciousness

And I have heard the hissing wreckage of its call

"To be truly worthless is to be nothing given form

And to waste yourself

is to leak that nothing into the wretched soil-

and waste yourself you must,

to echo all the nothing you have wrought"

Ruined fingers of light caress filthy skin.

The smothering arms of mercy caress feeble frame.

Thrash my revenant form against the gathering dark

I have slept for decades now

and when I awake, I won't ever be the same;

Something has found me

Something has followed me to my end

It was at the edge of every vision

It lived in the salt of every disgusting tear

Devouring silently like rust, like the end...

The end of the final page

Welcoming and warm

The answer was so obvious all along