Writhing and longing to break out,
The black beast is eating him alive.
Crazed he let out a calloused shout,
Falling for that beastly raving drive,
It consumes him and fills his lung,
And a silent scream fills the darkness.
Wounds where he had been stung
Break down the cast iron buttress
He had binding his lonely heart.
Red life pouring warm and swift,
Letting the fell darkness depart
Will be that monster's only gift.
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