Write to death
Cause writings a gift
And the curse is
lonesomeness
Its better i guess
Darkness threats
Topple gents
Im far from bliss
Erect
Scarred the chest
Off the cliff i step
Awaiting death
A feast for the morbid guest
Must i confess
This heart
I should put to rest
So who would check?
Fuck sympathy
A fools caress
Admitted
By Judas vets
That feed upon
Maggots
Inside the flesh
With fake smiles
That the clowns perfect
All around
How astounding, yet
Profound to the dumb
Cool and illustrious
Perturbed i guess
Cold like the catacombs
Entombed soulless wretch
Solomon Grundy catch
Edgar Allen Poe complex
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Kenneth Davis
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