The Exorcism of She

Whatever I eat I have no hunger

Just gut pain

Dilated and constricted all over

Taking and it just keeps going

I keep smoking

High or low

Can't get it out

I can't get it out

It's starving me out

I am in pain!

And the dialogues just keep

Scrolls of them rolling

Noises from the bathroom

No one's home

Distant triggers from real surroundings

Bringers back to life

The orchestra

Eyes prune in sockets

Can't close 'em

What do I need

To be so goddamn awake for anyway?

Water want nothing

I am rabid
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