Undead

Blackened, vile, consumed, putrescent,
heaved like vomit, with borrowed words;
ideas, though lame from adolescence,
pierce my mind like poisoned swords.

Their falsehood known, they still persist;
stumbling on, on crippled premise.
Though disproved a thousand times,
no silence will my mind afford.

Lecherous compulsive thoughts,
which know old age, though weak from birth;
fill my head with utter nonsense;
bind my mind with toxic cords.

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