Sensations of anguish swallow me whole   anxiety drills its way to the marrow   the quill I dip in the red ink impure   to compose poetry by which they are allured      Mounted upon a three-legged horse   my zest for life trudges forth   an invitation to the phantoms unseen   the kama-rupic rinds in betwixt and between      Like souls of sinners in purgatory fires   striving to escape the jaws of demise   the remnants of unbridled human desires   severed from matter by the kiss of the Scythe      Concealed in the multitude of leeches   yearning to feed on my vitality   I can sense the intensity of their hunger   to consume what is still left of me      Predatory functions inhabiting not flesh   as if vicious thoughts were floating around   sharing the collective curse   the compulsion of parasite paradigms      Drained me dry and emptied my chalice   leaving but an echoing well behind   locked up I am in this dark chrysalis   to hatch out devoid of body, soul and mind      Wrapped in the multitude of leeches   yearning to feed on thy vitality   thou can sense the intensity of our hunger   to consume what is still left of thee