In this house of seclusion
An inscribed epistle I weave
I - a lost and ghastly soul
Inhabit the core of weariness.

In the final days of my existence
With tears of vast delusions
I transcribe in dark crimson
my weeping hearts dejection.

Casting aside all misgivings
Of my sordid engravement
That adheres my true legend
Of a murderous adornment.

© January 29 2011

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