I'm choking. I'm choking. I'm choking. I'm choking. I'm choking.

My throat is clogged, I feel the convulsions of my bowels each time I swallow.

My saliva can't help, each gulp exposes the sickening bulge in my throat.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

I belch, I taste half-digested tastes, I shudder lucidly into a cold sweat.

I slurp and slurp from the lake, my neck dangling pathetically over the edge.

Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.

The lake shows me my reflection by the pale moonlight.

My claws dig into my forehead in exasperated shame.

I feel guilt, I feel pain, will this torment ever end?

The cold moon cackles as I slip once more into my stupor.