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The Indwellers (Stirring the Pot) knowning nothing muchof the hidden past only that sometimes itlurks and breathes deeply, could there really b..

Full Betterment my tomb isthis fleshly place and it holds stronguntil the end, but we've the choice of full betterment or wallowing in the sna..

Starved of Nothing faithful to the frenzy and surely lickingour lips, for we'veallseen flesh on parade, and now,oglingso dizzily its intoxicac..

Uncontrollable Plateaus your love is unending, in fact, it's an open welcoming, and as we stumble through all this weary day to day, you rema..

The Greedy Uprising just like all greedy children, we merely want that whichwe want. with nocare for the feelings ofothers... but willw..

The Breathing Embers immobile as the embers find their breathing rights, and standing stillwithin silence as I await the reaping of this engul..

Ode to Poe

Desolate Dues notwanting to be one ofsuchdesolate dues, where every breath is a sour display of a deep seeded poison.... and the past rides..

The Walking Dead walking dead men rotting as we so go, bodies given over to the ugly unholy... lust is the desired meal of every day an..

Enveloped in Distance down by the water I'd truly like to skip my blues away, I'd watch the waves ripple as soon they'd be enveloped by distan..