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Finally. A place to rest my corpse decrepit, Decomposition be so rapid, My ribs are slowly penetrating Convulsing chest. The foul smell of gruesome fossil Which I'm becoming, strikes my nostrils. I try to sit, my spine collapses. It wasn't meant to last as axis. My blood runs dry as fast as spirits. Evaporating, I can hear it. As long as I remain on this plane, I'm cursed to go through all of this pain. I've given up on my own carcass. My body's but a fleeting mass Of flesh, and bone, and vivid liquid And weird thought, and foul gas. I quit. I'm out. I have quitten. But in the land of sense forbidden There is a treasure that I've hidden And there you take, forever beating, My burning heart, to ever last! Obviously, not Poe. But it came to me by itself, on the run, practically exactly the same way I publish it (since redacted). Feels like I must.
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Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 12:57 PM UTC
Joy_Boy
Lhommage a Edgar Allan Poe. Anglais
Finally. A place to rest my corpse decrepit, Decomposition be so rapid, My ribs are slowly penetrating Convulsing chest. The foul smell of gruesome fossil Which I'm becoming, strikes my nostrils. I try to sit, my spine collapses. It wasn't meant to last as axis. My blood runs dry as fast as spirits. Evaporating, I can hear it. As long as I remain on this plane, I'm cursed to go through all of this pain. I've given up on my own carcass. My body's but a fleeting mass Of flesh, and bone, and vivid liquid And weird thought, and foul gas. I quit. I'm out. I have quitten. But in the land of sense forbidden There is a treasure that I've hidden And there you take, forever beating, My burning heart, to ever last! Obviously, not Poe. But it came to me by itself, on the run, practically exactly the same way I publish it (since redacted). Feels like I must.
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