The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety.
It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream.
It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream.
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.
Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue.
Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung.
On my back with scavengers above, The scent of carrion rotting love.
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