[I know of nothing
That has proven
To be more inimical
Than the
I know, I know
And I’ll never tell
Words of blood
May seep
Uncouth tears
Fallen upon
Sepulcher prison
A condemned voice
Stands to be
All th
What's in a name
A name that will
Split open your ears
So
Demure strings
Will cry out
A deafened name
Crimson washes my mind
As each
The sky ablaze
Is obscured by time
Aphotic fingers shield
My discontented eyes
M
A life lived
Sour in no
Small intent
Stands shattered
Poised for ruin
And ready
Infix a crown of mercy
On this bankrupt brow
Leave my infantile
Succubi swallows
Substance pure
Teeth like knives
Stabbed in the mind
Of an embr
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