It inhabits my soul
Where it moves and prowls
Awaiting its stroll
In my body like king on roll
It lies in still
To feed on my ill will
So it could hold me still
And direct my will
It howls and growls
In drains and in fowls
It rips and shreds
Everything like breads
It leads the end
Leaving nothing to stand
I
keep it in chains
Made of spectral wines
Just to feel the bliss
Of minutes before chaos.
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