Poem 385 – The Rising Madness

Madness creeps, consuming me,
I no longer thrill at the sight of thee,
You drove me mad, and who art thou
I could not tell if, anyhow,
Your face were a mask, your body a beast’s,
I no longer remember the times I’d feast
On your visage, instead I-
I-
I remember not, I die.

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