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Buried Face Down
A burning oddity which i can't control
Has destined me to a shameful end
Buried face down in this Earthen hole
Foreordained that my soul will not ascend
Obsessed with slaying the vulnerable
The vestal child asleep in their bed
I find their presence insufferable
A panoptic pain pierces inside my head
An eternal indignity for my compulsion
Trapped betwixt Heaven and Hell
The villagers spit on me with revulsion
Gratified in the emptiness i must dwell
Published 26th Feb 2013
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11th Mar 2013 4:27am
I can relate to this.... it is not odd how we dark dwellers gather in the same places....
19th Oct 2015 3:35am
Fascinating little tale of terror. Buried face down, probably in unsanctified ground on Black Sunday. Well done!
