December 17, 2015 · 10:21 pm
Howard Pyle
A Cacophony
of Shadows,
&
All
I Feel
Is Fear.
As I
Look
In to
Those Eyes,
Those Eyes
of
a Seer.
Cards UnFold,
Marking me
For Death;
Both
Dark
&
Bold,
That Grimm
Jester
Holds me
In His
Hand.
What Ever
you Do
Don’t
Go Home.
It’s
the Grave.
That Evil
Place;
Leave
your Dead
UnMourned;
Showing me
the Door,
Refusing Pay;
She Says
Never More.
#B27321
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October 26, 2015 · 6:36 pm
Antoine Wiertz
What
Do you
Does It
Or
Are you
Going
To
me
Get In
the
–
I am
to Get
That
you
Feeling
you’re
&
I
Am
No
–
Why
If you
Are Not
Going
to Take
the
&
Leave
your
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September 27, 2015 · 3:23 pm
Howard Pyle
Disturbing Dreams
–
Disturbing Dreams;
Things I Have Seen,
Since Falling In With This Crowd.
Surely It Has Been;
Lack of Sleep,
Little to Eat.
Going On Three Weeks,
a Binge It Seems.
Ruined Estate,
Over Grown Fields;
a Forest That Screams Leave me a Lone.
I Know It Has to be One of you Sick Fucks.
The Only Demons Are In my Head
&
the Day Light Shows Only Trees.
Only me;
you,
&
Her,
Left;
It Has to be
One of the Three.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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