A pill to choke on
Like a pack mentality,
I’m at the loss.
Standing, heckling, while I’m,
Hung on your cross.
My demons in the corner,
Sharpen their claws.
Stare into dark,
Or the gaping maw.
To take a name but mine,
Is no escape.
It’s a pill I can’t swallow,
A trip I can’t take.
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