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Nauseous from involuntary bowel movement.

Cries of mercy stifled by regurgitations.

Chunks of vomit caught in my hair.

Gastric juices erode my eyes.

Muscles ache from strenuous yet futile efforts.

Bone structure bare where my nails used to be.

Numbness and delirious self-deception sets in.

Am I done for or can I breathe?

Sullied and the lack of air is foul.

Enduring my existence in fecal matter.

Ambiguous and dreadful thoughts.

My eyes are open but can not see.

Repeated screams for mercy are sporadically interrupted

by even more cascades of vomit and gastric matter.

Once an unhappy soul, now soon to die,

an unliving instrument of grim ascendancy.

Forsaken and secluded from

a despicable and cheerless world.

Abandoned in an eternal home

of self pity and wallowing in sewage.

Inhalation was forced and incautious

as I heard the gravel explode on the lid.

Undead instrument of grim ascendancy

Repeated screams for mercy are sporadically interrupted

by even more cascades of vomit and gastric matter.

Once an unhappy soul, now soon to die,

an unliving instrument of grim ascendancy.

Undead instrument of grim ascendancy

Undead instrument of grim ascendancy

Incapable to distinguish any surroundings.

Incapable to move.

Extremities bent backwards.