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Oubliette
Darkness is all i see
My mind the victim of atrophy
Dissonant screams surround my little coven,
Twelve wraiths, the walls and I, interwoven,
My sweet, sweet oubliette
Life-force leaks from a canyon carpal laceration,
my head aches from endless crowd roaring lapidation,
my vengeful thoughts transcend from a waking breath,
arriving at a sleeping whimper of pain and unrest,
My sweet, sweet oubliette
Darkness is almost a taste, history is in this knowledgeable place,
Walls have ears, skins and bones too, the stench of an archaic race
So i lie here waiting to perish, a movement in still-life,
Awaking into a sodomized after-world which ends this strife
To begin another session of hellish, corrupt, fanatical God-worship
My sweet, sweet oubliette
A disfigured, woeful Juliet
Please, i beg of you, do not fret
For I will never leave you, my sweet oubliette
