The Dungeon

“The music, it keeps playing, itching and scraping to get out, overflowing with the madness of the ghost; Dysphoria, it stings the heart vividly that as soon as the violins rage, so does the humming sound disrupts assertiveness, stirring it to defiance and inflaming madness to behead the liars; Forever plunged into stray memories, the monsters they grow silently as they grow naively hoping; Beautiful agonizing howls soar echoing inside the walls of the cathedral, they are stroke by midnight, unleashed throughout the night sky.
Rumble, rumble, falling and descending, the tones they crash like thunder, at the end of the passage, a melody screams in the depths of his dungeon.”

indarknessdwells

Author's Note

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