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Cobwebbed Boredom in the Night

Whisper in secrecy
Of withered corpses
Scattered about the sky
Growing roses out pores

Deathly screams of anxiety
Willingly killing compassion


I'm a cobweb
Deathly ill
Of boredom
My drab affliction
Grows & grows
I know ghosts
Of silent existence

The gallows melt slowly
In the early light
They'll again grow new
This forthcoming night.




Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
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