A ruby speckled thorn threatens to protrude acidity decayed chest,
hammering motion chewing back demeanors ingest;
chaos rambles inner crest,
I've none acceptable fight left to invest....
give in - they address -
the spell cradling senses arrest,
resembling swarming flies insecit at best;
had not soul been an already decrepit mess,
I'd revel in sunlight rays, rather than smutty arms possessed.