Darkness screaming in pitiful delight of my misery,
Surrounding me as it has day after day,
Almost four minutes after midnight,
Deep in the heart of this monster a grandfather clock smells me,
From the windows that suppress me in this dark evening hall,
Earlier, dinner came to me willingly,
Disarray in both taste and decoration disgust,
The taste of ruminating flesh can no longer reach my stomach,
The cobwebs on the halls stare down at me, piercing,
I can feel what they have hidden across the lifetimes of princes and
tragedies,
Burning within incantation, breaths of wind rob the air of dust in this
temple,
At the top of my bony alter red eyes puncture numerous holes in my heart,
Walking through a sea of vaporizing blood reversed,
The shattered glass at my feet bring the distant memories,
The stolen hearts and handkerchiefs from old mean and women sucked from
cells,
Towers come down as I graciously fall and tumble into a cower of sacrifice,

It is here that I return the bodies my flames had earlier burned,
To the sound of the nearby grandfather clock I begin rocking,
Scene after luminous scene from death to birth to murder plays then rewinds,

Appearing on my body black vines pull my hands to my back ripping off
unwanted flesh,
The rubber enters my mouth and I lick off the molten copper,
Faster do I strip my body of unwanted sin soon I can no longer feel pain,
Instead, I lay down bathing in a warn solution of rotting disobedience,
Songs begin to play mockingly in the pits of me every slowly,
Skin that has been left on the corners of my mouth rise as my eyes turn
black,
Although black vines no longer surround me, my hands have returned in
vengeance,
Ripping off the wings a man in white has offered to me, consumed by bitter
teeth,
While the feathers choke my ironic and foreseen death I can feel another
existence,
The tail I have waited for begins a stagnant transformation,
Leaving me as empty shell with two knives,
Pouring blood into another scheduled midnight
 
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