They say once is more than you can bear,
Twice: a foolish man’s gambit, never to be done again,
May it be a rite of passage, a tool for the grim and unwell?
The medicine of pleasure found in a delirious hell,

The walls spout overgrown flesh,
Of gangrene discharge running across my face,
The schoolmaster’s lover wobbling on broken toes,
I smile, eyes full of jaundice,

Fear what the maggots howl,
They have seen it all,
The dying and deceased,
Sayings from the untold grave,

A ditty in the showers, bellowing out
As it rings throughout the hollow rooms,
Faces growing out of the barren walls,
They grin with malice, waiting to eat me whole,

This body betrays me in its malformed state,
I wish to tear it open; to become what cannot be,
Many limbs caressing a flimsy torso,
Hear the deformed girl, her cries unbeknownst,

Reaching into my sockets—this feeling of euphoria,
Untouched senses like never before,
These lonesome bones wailing in agony,

Hear them snap and fall underneath,

Disfigurement and deformity,
I see the Bacchanalia of limbs, all intertwined
Mangled meat of human depravity,
Deviant degeneracy of all humankind,

Noises ringing all around me,
The legless man wallows in sorrow,
His gear of subjugation limits him,
I melt into the ether,

My arms fall into pieces, fingers becoming rotten,
The pain unbearable; my knees bending awkwardly,
Eyes full of ichor; I cannot see,
Threnodies for the mind as it becomes liquefied,

Peeling the nails from my toes,
Scratching my neck until I bleed,
Bile egressing from my orifices,
I look at them; shunting and melding with one another,

My body betrays me,

Rotting, becoming all the more strange,
Let it be known that in this life,
I possess the devil’s breath.