Stertorous groans the man exudes
To frightful beasts his dreams allude
Insanity he must conclude
Thoughts, rudimentary, simple, crude
Burping, belching, the creatures roar
The slayer, not in sight
To sleep alone this man abhors
Sweating in the night
A twilight crescent looms above
Inspiring woeful words
The lonesome cry of a dove
Mental sheep he herds
But the wild eyed beast bray in fear
He sees the madness brewing
On a giant’s head, he jeers
Insanity soup stewing
The bits and pieces float and bob
His nails bite skin unhindered
His thoughts form an amorphous blob
Mutilation masked in thin fur
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