I've been dead since then

They said I was getting better but I knew I'd only become a finer liar, wearing the costume, laughing behind my hand.

I've worn this skin for sixteen years - badly fitted, oddly marked. I itch with the symptoms, the disease chewing in my head, imprisoned.

Bring the morphine - I'm ready to travel. It's the wrong kind of quiet afternoon and I unravel like a dry deathshead moth.

Once I was at liberty, at large, but now I'm at my wrists again reminiscing about the monster with the gentle eye of time.

Sixteen years. A triumph, a pittance, an everyday crucifixion. I took your profane vow that day and I've been dead since then.

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