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I would like to tell you how I feel, But I feel nothing, And who would care either way?Lost in this smog of apathy. Nourished on dead trees, On famish..
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With curious vigor, Like a holy ghost in a forestOf catacombs, The Night Carriage roamsDown every lonely beaten road, Coaxing demonsIn a haunt forsake..
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IFrail and fading in a foreign land;I've never felt at home here. I've only been here all of my life,And now it's a part of me. In this godless land w..
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The age is late;Coffee and bread alone sustain life now.Come into the kitchenAnd watch the mistress prepare the repast, As frail as a life not wishing..
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One day while scraping demons off my steps, Loathsome vestiges from the past, and even some vile new conceptions, I became fevered and intoxicated by ..
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Near a black well teemingWith women screaming,Stones are unearthed and hurledAt the waning moon. Where gods are hauntedIn a land undaunted, What human..
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When you're ready to know the truthWith not a moment to lose, You may look down at your scraped handsAnd recall long nights and days Spent crawling in..
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If the fires don't strangle, The depths will chase you;Stirred like a torrent, The passions confusedWander in anguishWith glances shrewdFrothing like ..
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Eternal banalityOf simmering contradiction, On bleak reflectionI follow you to perdition. Insipid fiendsHaunt my waking dreams,As soothing melodies un..
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IThere are some beings that wish for deathBut will not do the deed themselves, Lost in some vortex of loneliness or madness,Patrons of different hells..
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