Dead Fall: Death Paper Of Articles


Orange is my demented color red is flesh eating stress color favorite joyous best color bipolar.
A mess coupled with red story of my life color on edge.
I'm about to just this bridge back into the head color
dismantle other.

This is my skull until I see a crevasse deep within my soul.
I have no hope adjust other passing the mountain cold
aching birds the last crow.
It's in a moment playing his piano chess cawing attached
to a violin pass code mental encryption spirit.

The distant far gone cloudy mist in the fog the last Goth
walking alone amongst graves in the night is an owl.
I saw slowly days are while awake near sight of one draw.
The moon and its light beautiful pale as I am the
black raven have become. I am an immortal done mortal in a war
with a created god or gods.

These far shores by my definition called from the shadows
once more again to be applauding by the serpents.
They form clap and fiends who hear the cries of rage
latent within to them will stay.

In something a royalty inside our castle still indigent
sleepy dreams.

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A formulation distinguished written concerns about Satanism and the gothic subculture.