Castles were imperial
On those cold, late Thursday nights
Ordering scents of demise
I imagined, so certain
That other realities
Would soon, from the depths, spring
But her dog-like hissing just
Passed all of us through the air
November dreams are quite big
Am I going to get in
More trouble with her again?
Did I do something so bad?
Why then, are all of you mad?
It's that time of the year, fuck!
Time for storms to brew and seeds-
I am so hungry for you
It hurts when he eats my feet
I said, 'Why come closer, Paul'?
But you didn't hear me, Paul,
Your ears full of sharp seagulls.
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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...
