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'Tis the heart that calls war,
for the mind has gone to far-
his treason has no cause,
and so the two must spar....

the organs grind on the bones,
calcium deposits eat away at skin,
the skin lets go of all hair,
which was already paper thin.

so now the body trembles,
pale as the full moonlight,
constant twitching is not enough,
the whole body is meant to seize in its own fright,
the battle will not hold.

the mind has won all is twisted and obscure,
the heart has blackened in its corruption,
there is no hope,
there is no cure....

There is a man left aching,
laptop on his floor.
No-one hears him cry,
even as he scratches at his door-

((dont ask))