UntitledDarkness screaming in pitiful delight of my misery Surrounding me as it has day after day Almost four minutes after midnightUntitled
Deep in the heart of this monster a grandfather clock smells me Looming in breathtaking radiance a raven will scream to me From the windows that suppress me in this dark evening hall
Earlier, dinner came to me willingly
Disarray in both taste and decoration disgust
The taste of ruminating flesh can no longer reach my stomach The cobwebs on the halls stare down at me, piercing
I can feel what they have hidden across the lifetimes of princes and tragedies &n
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I hate your voice.
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