Rested against rusted plate metal...
As i wait for my mind to settle...
Broken lamps dimly light my room...
Atrocious sights of gore loom...
Sound of rain steadily falling outside...
Into the cold fog, my thoughts i confide...
Blood adorned lovingly on my walls...
Gore encrusted bones hanging in the halls...
Relax in the embrace of nightmare...
Cleanse me of all anxiety...
Bathe in the entrails...
To comfort me it rarely fails...
I always return to this Horrendous Solace.

but in a good way haha.







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