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He's
watching you. Watching as you read this. Stands at
your back, even when its pressed against a wall. He's there and he
will remain there for ..
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Into dilapidation I've succumbed; with my hand gripped to the collar of his shirt more tightly than the thread of fate.
It's threads I could feel cri..
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Constraint and restriction of physicality; the wish to elude inanity.
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Baale Asylum, 3:00 p.m., August 19th 1975
Dr. Colt sat in his office waiting for the arrival of his
long term student who seemed to stick by his s..
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The frenetics of screaming echoed the abyssal of subconscious; screaming of mine. It's existing plane in shards of whites gleaming endlessly like a fl..
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Azathoth, upon the black throne,
steps of twelve hesitant to tone.
Madness and chaos swallowed your mind,
ears of the deaf, eyes dying to be blin..
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Flesh so soothing, a depression so strong,A life so short, a misery so long.A heart that's pure, with a touch of decay,Words of slaughter, bitter blas..
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Decrepit creature, in the cellar you dwell,
to be at the side of the "angel" that fell.
The door was cast open, my words - yours to slur,
the gl..
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I'm not your saint, I am the thorn,
I'm the havoc you will mourn.
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I watched the flesh of myself wither and scale today. Something quite off from the norm of ventures.
I thought I contained parents and found an orph..
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