Myoclonic Twitches


Sleep… like a jail house tease… The body opens up to breath…to suck air
Floats in a pool facing an Astral plane(feels like bile and spit)…The body opens up again…to suck air
Hold…hold that thought… The body's praying for some blood…and sucks air
I'm blind here I give up Radical claims … the body shuts…
Where's the need? It should be thick an ember's pale comparison
This corpse on a bed is bound to rot…organs dilated…his muscles, shot
Taken in this selfish thing
Lucid is the course I think…but my conviction's certainty is sinking
Take him quick like a veteran trick”
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