Primal Incantations

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She hears the foreign whispers trav’lling through her naked soul,

compelling her to listen, urging her to assent to their call

that draw her to her foreordained destruction.

It’s a primal incantation that weaves into her being;

presenting waking dreams that guide her by shadowing her day,

stealing the clamour that plagues her waking mind,

and screens the madness that threatens to gain control.

It’s a trance that descends like a cooling cloud of mist,

easing her emptiness, curbing her craving, feeding the instincts

that sleep but never die.