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Deep in the chair where I resided

There are dried blood patches of my long-past sufferings

Then a shaky film comes into view

And the machine that I’m inside lights up, obliging

How can I be part of all this evil?

I’m the dancer, gleeful, in a lab of my own making

Then the drug-free truth slams into me

I’m the madman that visited this on me, conniving

No!

How can I cope

With the ramifications of this whole revelation?

The moment of realisation

Is as fogged and moonless as a night so Stygian

Just another lunatic, just another genius

Just another mocked

For having such a vision.

Just another thought with just another outcome

Just another dare

To enact this experiment

Just another bedlamite with ideas astray

Just another raver, but what a price to pay!

I watch helpless while the first injection

Wracks my veins with the metal of a deranged purpose

Crimson are the droplets in my view

As the machine plays back to me what is in its auspice

I will relive these actions now forever

I’m immobile, fretful, metallic, wiser and ageless

The death I crave will never come to me

I’m the architect, fusible consequence