As you descend from darkness, slashing haze,
My life transfusion stops me from itself.
I hear more threat ahead in fatal maze;
a mass in doubt about the weaker shelf.
Please, do arrive in my mud water circle
Of silly pain and critical stagnation.
Like drowning man I'll meet you Dr. Snorkell,
I beg you put a stop on my deflation.
Nightly so. Part I
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