Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse

Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons concubines  
as the wind whispers through cracked cathedral stones  
a symphony of despair plays on the withered lips of ghosts.