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Time was slowing down now, languid and lugubriously
Crawling in a sadness known only to the sufferers; the poor
Souls screaming for advice while falling asleep amidst the frays
Of a shaking panic, violent and stormy like a sailor’s nightmare,
They walked out of the darkness to meet their soul’s master,
Claws detracted and soft-spoken, but soon to be an overtaking
Leviathan monster scratching at the window panes of the human
Mind; slippery and quickly disappearing for a moment while the
Beasts calmly permit the soothing souls to walk by, while the
Insane an morally imbecilic are thrown on the funeral pyre,
Unfurled by the suspicions that the end is not near, but rather
The end is here; secluded in a marketing stone, teetering onto the
Ledge of unknown causes, of strenuous diseased tissue, of permanently
Scared skin from this or that chemical’s infusion with the cellular membranes.

Time was slowing down now, and death was looming like a carrion seeking
Vulture, for whatever the reason that the animals were so strange, so lifelike,
Walking, talking, in tongues of reason, I will never know, but I feel the incisors
Against the back of my neck, biting and removing all what was left of humanity
In me.