The windowpanes caught fire
And scorched slow
As I labored awake
I strained and heaved
To be clear and conscious
To coast through the morn
Unburdened, by days long lost
Still
I labored onward
Shroud
In nightmarish agony
I remained watchful
With prowling eyes
True to their search
For the cause
Of each mindless
Daily breath
The hunger
Never fully fades
For it remains within
Beneath my feral hide
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