Snatching away my sanity

Slowly, more eerily, life is snatching away parts of me
That I once knew existed,
Parts of my sanity, that I had newly rebuilded,
Now, I am, lesser than I was

As I lie here, in the dark room
With helpless screams that won't escape,
Neither does it penetrate,
I feel like a cadaver, and it is the dog,
Leisurely tearing me asunder,
Limb by limb, part by part.

I imagine it laughing,
The most evil laugh I have heard
Congratulating itself at my destruction,
My life’s greatest plunders

And I still lie here,
As it keeps snatching away parts of me
Snatching away my sanity.

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