The room… it held in the darkness; a self-encapsulating prison…
Silent echo.
Cautionary tales, shared through a cautionary glance, half inferred cautionary advice, to be paid off with a cautionary stone.
The serpent held its place, dangling on the sill, whispering half concoctions to the man known as death… hell followed.
The guise of honor, shown in the stare of cadaverous ghosts, with pecked out pupils.
Respect suppressed in shame
Reverie found in pain
Obfuscation in the wake
Engrossed epigraph held over the stake
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
The room… it held in the darkness; a self-encapsulating prison…
Silent echo.
Cautionary tales, shared through a cautionary glance, half inferred cautionary advice, to be paid off with a cautionary stone.
The serpent held its place, dangling on the sill, whispering half concoctions to the man known as death… hell followed.
The guise of honor, shown in the stare of cadaverous ghosts, with pecked out pupils.
Respect suppressed in shame
Reverie found in pain
Obfuscation in the wake
Engrossed epigraph held over the stake
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