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Suspended in thick black darkness,
Stretched and compacted,
Chocking on writhing tentacles,
That slither around the neck and encase the torso.
Pierced by a deathly glare,
Subject of the never-ending gaze,
Eternally trapped by a stare,
Shrouded in vigilance..
Of deathly pallor,
Stretched to inhuman size,
No eyes; no soul,
How does it see with no eyes?
Searing and hot that stabs into the optic nerve,
Waves of pain that wrack the body like shivers,
Screaming constant protest,
Flesh on fire; stuck with needles, bubbling, burning and peeling away.
More like a second face that porcelain or cloth,
Stitched into the skin,
Fused and blended,
A single shackle.
No longer human,
Mad, psychotic, dangerous,