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Slowly, his eyes are unlatched, against his will, Blue rays all around.

His breath was a wheeze of black smoke

From his lips, a silent, helpless cry.

With his hands nailed down beside him

The living crucifixion

Hypnogogic hallucination

A sickening truth we must swallow

She approached him ominously,

He smelled the stench of her eternal desolation

Then, overshadowing his frozen torso

She reached for him with her putrid claws

With crushing force, she pushed down on his chest

In an attempt to wring his quivering heart dry

Behold,

She had consumed the wyrms ,

That manifested in his feeble conscience.

Enfold,

Disease and solitary despair,

Infected herself with the misery of man.