Locked in a room
With the book and a rope
The hollow
Find me the captain
Tell him i want to know
Just who
At seventeen I heard my calling
To suffocate with my embrace
Murder
Then she dances
Skirt swaying in the half-light
She dances
White blossom in
Song among the pine
Cones and needles lie atop the dark
they descend upon the city like flies
spraying their eggs into
you stood for all that's true and honest it makes
and now you’ve got your face on the scene page
Farewell, farewell to you who’d hear
You lonely travelers all
The cold
one more ride before they take it down and drive
stray light filters through the trees
from the forest to the
shapes born of darkness the landscapes within a cry of
it's the kind of thing that once drove men into
I’ve seen bad things in bad places
what did I learn?
wallow
so here is justice
another someone
disappears last week
you say you saw
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