Dark lair of death
Come
you call
me
never
telling ahead
oozing fungus filth
over growth
lingers in the
darkness
caught in a death trap
Dark lair of death
Come
you call
me
never
telling ahead
oozing fungus filth
over growth
lingers in the
darkness
caught in a death trap
carynontherhine commented on Dark lair of death
10-12-2010
10/12/2010
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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