Iron ghost wanders.
Joyous shades rise to vanish -
changing shape within.
Sitting with silence,
doors barred with spoken demons -
immobile golem.
My mouth fills with ash,
I prefer to say nothing -
I cant make a sound.
Joyous shades rise to vanish -
changing shape within.
Sitting with silence,
doors barred with spoken demons -
immobile golem.
My mouth fills with ash,
I prefer to say nothing -
I cant make a sound.
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"I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?"