Pes

Imagine your conscious, a most sacred treasure

No longer a sanctuary, occupied at leisure

Sole inhabitant, it appears, you are no more

As fervid voices bludgeon your mind’s inner door

Nothing, it seems, can drown out their growing rumble

Incessant, they are: your defenses begin to crumble

Try as you may, you begin to sense your identity

Yielding to the enemy, and fading into nonentity

The End

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