TastexYourxOwnxFilthA Poem by L0v3craft Its bittersweet. The moon is obscured in the fabric of midnight Where shadows dwell in madness, unanswered in plight. A gush of wind dispels an ominous sound Disturbed voices happily replay as the vibrations rebound. From unpainted walls graffiti-ed in the corrosive filth of sin The Damned are blinded by ugliness found from within. © 2012 L0v3craftAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2012 Last Updated on July 28, 2012 Author
L0v3craftNPR, FLAbout"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..Writing
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