Mr

I am unable
Movement has been struck from my nerves
Tongue and eyes lazily writhing in place
Considering options independent of myself.
Unable to place a finger on the tightness, to reach the converts convulsions.
Secretive in my consumption, slushies mixed silently, barns creaking blind zeal
I am unable
Control is beyond the precipice of taboo
Engineering my bizarre mini deaths, unable to consent my ascension.

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