The meanderings of his foul breath reach endlessly into
my deepest self.
The incandescent atrocities sting my nostrils and send an impulse
down to my deepest self.
silence forgoes...
Within far unreaching places hither
martyred saviours chained and withered
Who if released would heal all injured?
and scrape the earth of the sinners?
His stench grows thicker.
Seeping deeper further into
my deepest self.
Hither.
Romantic demon killer,
twisted,
faceless reaper.
*bloodstain*
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Written July 25th, 2006
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