Sailing, sailing
They just can't seem
To behave, yes
Logar, shut up!
These woods are vast
And when I turn
My head, you're there
It's not calming
To know you could
Be eaten up
At any time
By you who eats
Himself! You're sick-
You little bitch
I'll break you up
Those small toenails
Fuck your polish!
I'll eat you good!
Oh, calm down, please
I meant it not
Quit cowering
You know we're through
Your time is nigh
As your soul sits
Above heaven
Logar, why did
You taste so good
Last Spring- Why, love?
Why'd you do this?
Send me odd dreams?
Sympathize not!
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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...
