Dreamless sleep

The gallows swing in my gown how my grievous allure axiom, snares me down an appellative of harrowing quintessence wearing lilies like an aureole -crowned in by anemone and asphodel the paraded gait of my soul absence of faithful apparitions cogent til their demise by my own dolor nihility is my dear conviction to dwell on dreamless sleep once more alas lucidity comes abrupt falsehoods pellucid in the eyes of divinity tainted now i cite apprehension bear garlands of wormwood, for i am corrupt still gallows shall swing in my gown whether in repose or in waking the gallows swing in my gown in knots the Styx shall be waiting.

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