Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Terror sunshine vomit pain
Breaking image drown disdain

Vines and knots ever again
Shining houses crash within

A mind beyond such mortal heights
To moral depths and ring’d with light.
Red upon black
The room with the masque

Disease freedom brings,
Pestilent chains.

Monstrous pangs
Dead to memory

Nothing  bring.
Nothing bring...

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