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It's getting bad again;

I can taste it in the air

like sharp metal on the tip 

of a tongue. 

I evoked the spirits 

and even they can't help. 

I feel the blood coursing 

through my veins,

red like that of a bull's eyes, 

the rampaging bull,

ready to charge, attack, and die, 

ready to break dishes, 

to roar, 

to shatter, 

to leave and never return, 

and I'll hate it, I know it, 

I just don't understand why

my past reared back like this, 

like history doesn't repeat itself

so much as reels back and 

slaps you in the face.

Oh I'm not feeling well,

I'm not feeling anything.