I crawl upon a wall that's spiced,
A beast of wanting, licking wounds,
A haunting thats never paradised,
A mispronunciation of my doom.
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The line a beast of wanting, licking wounds...very strong imagery. The wounded animal is a very sad sight. I used to volunteer as a youth at an animal shelter...a wounded animal is at his most dangerous striken by fear and pain. Great poem :)