"REN Mutation, fated"

©𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔞 In shadows deep, my rare disease unfolds, Ripping me apart, from the inside out, Once again, it grips my fragile soul, Drowning my mind, lost in its dark clout. Limbotic torturing, it binds me tight, An anguish born of unseen melody, No others comprehend this endless plight, Unless you have what I have, truly see. My flesh, an eerie vessel it does take, A haunted vessel, writhing in despair, The macabre dance of pain, its gruesome wake, Eclipsed infinity, life's cruel affair. Yet, in this cruel abyss, I find solace, For from my torment, art shall come to be, A celebration of this sad grotesque, A testament to my own agony. Oh,thou art my muse, In thy dark words, my suffering shall ring, A symphony of anguish, my soul infused, Dramatic, musical, each note shall sing. With equal measures, verse shall come to pass, Each line, a vessel holding death's sweet breath, A carousel of sorrow, in morose glass, A testament that captures pain's own depth. From within the darkness, beauty shall rise, In twisted form, a masterpiece defined, Though sorrow, like an owl, stares with dead eyes, My rare disease becomes a tragic shrine.