Conscious coma. Life is grey visions, Barely perceptible. Waiting for dissolution Clinic exitus. Physical decay. Like a thousand crystals Running through my veins The poison benumbs. On the toilet floor I lie. Reduced to filth and stench. Home. Warmth. Life. Seconds separate me from the outer world. Conscious coma. My delightful decay.
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