The inkwell black obsidian lake in this tomb, absence of lightand I, the quill dipping ink before shadows fracture my wakecorrupting my mind's cathedralbuilt of pillars and insomniacs with an aftermath screaming insanity settling in a heavy shroudthe sun...

necromancer of filthreanimating the long deadcorrupt of visionshudder in understandingmy sexuality reaps your honestyyour need on the windsencite my lusts, they are of a wicked naturecunted truths for this culted groupieyou called the four corners and the woman of...