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Alarm it screams awake my virgin thoughts Lifeless flesh lisps hissing sizzling serpent-sounds I stole the bone the skin the hair              the soul Satisfy my hunger starve my fire; desire As if to live were but to feed. Now tighten ligatures round my fingers Have to tie you wind you bind you - never mind you So I will never come undone           (again) I pull on clothing hide my face Mask of what do the psychologists call it?                   Sanity. Good day everyone; my morning is done!