What hellish delights in store!
Waves of blood and gore?
The rich eating the poor?
Corpse of the sullen whore?
Relaxing Chianti pour?
The dead scratch at the door?
Heart beat under the floor?
Quoth raven nevermore?
The rev of a chainsaw?
Nightmare you can't ignore?
A skin and bone décor?
Elder gods on the shore?
Monster burst from your core?
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 4 - Wish for The Wicked
PoetryAm I a boy imitating a man or a man still thinking he is a boy? I may never know. Welcome to the latest edition to my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 29-Present I both thank and apologise to any soul who tak...
