Darkened eyes silent.
Quickly cast down.
Muted screams echo.
Shaded shattered grins.
Rotten bodies writhing.
The sounds of liquid shit torrents,
reverberate through these halls.
Blood reigns,
where the black roses grow.
Thorns pricking your fingers,
making numb.
Tears run down,
making dumb.
Emotions,
fertilize well.
How can this heart feel,
loathsome inner Hell?
With…
No day.
No knight.
No armor.
No fight.
Just enough time for,
fairy tale fantasy execution.
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