Teeth like porcelain, grinding and chipping,
Nails worn down to the flesh, nothing but broken glass,
Skin dry and crackling, bleeding and peeling,
Hair pulled and torn, shed and stinging,
Bloody throats raw with screaming,
Eyes bulging and heavy in their sockets, your voice hoarse with howling.
Feel the icy glass shred into your tender flesh,
A teardrop, no more, as you suffer,
Your blood like hot fire leaking away,
Until you breathe no more.
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