It shone, the black rose
within that hole
atop that box of lead
that housed the rain
lashing down upon the earth
and nothing more
The undying torment
filled that hole
mocking headstone, earth
man
Lifeless corpse consumed in that torrent
rose silently to heaven
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Here is the Asylum and all its Creatures...
... And here we observe the life of one of our more eccentric patients ...
The Exhibit
Here is the Asylum and all its Creatures...
My Life in a few words...
A picture may speak a thousand words, but unless you are proficient at art, it sure takes a hell longer time to draw than to write...
Why -- Not the cries of an adolescent, Not the queries of a curious child, but the wails of a tormented soul
The Artificer of Dreams
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