madness, bleeding out of my tear ducts like the slime oozing from the innards of corpses, dripping dew condensing on the stones that comprise the walls of the water well, screaming at me, tearing my bones into splinters
. . .
my subconscious is dripping, dripping red onto the pages of a glowing window somewhere . . .
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
You who know all, great king of hidden things The familiar healer of human sufferings
Ye accuser; ye accursed venite... venite... venite maledicti...
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