Going to humor you
All over this black room
It's making me heavy
The tones are getting loud!
Haven't you heard thunder?
When you're the only one
And the house is under
Some investigation-
I told them to leave now
What did they think they'd find,
Her face in the mirror?
The poor officer thought
He could hide or advise
I better not devise
Another wretched plan
Where is that violent sound?
Underneath, underneath?
The clear jar, so friendly
Oh hell, they come closer
Their form twitching, they draw!
Her twisted form screams once,
'You did this, you are sin'.
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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...
