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Twisted, screaming faces that pursue me

As I’m run down by a train

Wheeled me through the wreckage

To the hall of secret surgery

Behind my eyelids there is no rest

Just the gleaming teeth of beasts

Gutted with a bayonet

Now eternal nightmares

Hounds of hell, strangled in icy dreams

Pursuit and persecution

As I crawled deep beneath the street

Bathed in sewage, rats, snakes, and worms

Still aware of a black presence underlying

Searing shrapnel of explosions

And violent, twisted gore

Accelerated images, the terror inside

Carnage and flashing lights

Guided a child’s hand to ascend

The staircase lines on your hand

Have already expired… Death