To fear the contraption
Why cringe at the thing
That will remove what ails you?
Your expression isn’t improving
Indeed it’s only darkening
This seems like a malady I can’t cure
They are symptoms of a wraith-like madness
Were you bitten by a wraith lately?
A phantasm or perhaps a different form of otherness?
Prognosis isn’t good
Let’s pray to the gods of science
After all, they are the sages that have made this couch and even your cringing possible