Panacea

Chills
Reaching deep within my soul they breed
Multiplying, festering
Unable to stop them, unable to take control
I retreat, trying to preserve the little sanity left 
But it takes over
Lost, a delusion, a parallel universe, death?
Somewhere I exist
This void my home
Waiting, surviving
For refuge, for a cure

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