Sordid, it calls to
the darkness within
Sickly, sinister as
sin
Red gluttony spilling
down my throat
Around my lips doth
liquid choke,
More, more, my
scrambled mind cries
As one more brain
cell dies
Awakening sounds
within my head
Voices I thought long
dead
They whisper secret
things
And to my mind an
illness brings
Grotesque affliction
of mine
That deadly, dark red
wine
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