Pretty, pretty- Little pretty
Why were the screams to this giant
Apartment ever so loud, I
Thought the doctor had gone out of
Town- Somebody clean the blood off
These walls- I'm sick, I'm ill, a doll
I refuse to go to the ball
Do you want a nail jammed inside?
How about I make all the ghosts
Of hell suffer all the more, huh?
You doubt I could do it, do you?
Do you fucking doubt, Mr. Dunn?
That God sits behind you, oh fun!
His chest heaving behind a sack
Of Hlaford, the grotesque spewing
I said to shut up when he stands!
When will you learn how to prepare
The stew with onions- Please, shut up!
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Horror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
