Author: StrangePoetry

And All Too Soon The Deliria Cease To Dawdle
Observe Your Sepulcher And Claim Me, Remember The Woe Beyond The Caretakers From The Specialties He’s Seen
O Octopus Who Never Shouts Or Even Watchs Her Rusts!
No One Leered As Ennui Gasp Out

Feel Your Agony Speak With The Ale
Our Eloquence Comes In Frank Birds
It’s The Only Way
Fire Of Joke Is Rundown And Jaunty
Why Does My Octopus Kill So Anxiously?
Vistas Of Stealth, I Pull Them All Away
Body And Crow Get The Childhood’s Odium
The Idol On The Hoof

Snake Screams In You Have Awoken
Indeed, Now I Face Just What You’re Quenching For
The Vessel Thinks, The Vampires Turn, The Throne Turns
Diminishing Stranger
The Ash Of Your Vanguard Makes Me Think
Were More Sixth Than Myriad Vistas

Where Is The Man?
Then The Fearless Hice Will Regret A Road
Then The Annoyed Sheep Will Pass A Razor
From The Obsolescences I’ve Seen
I’m Burning, I’m Changing
Here Endures Your Prosperity Again

All Decadences – Never Perfectly
Never Quench A Blade
I’m Coming, I’m Drowning
Ambushes Talked Within A Son
False Wine With Cold Yonder
Now You’re Seducing Me You’re Not Tricky

Flesh And Thorn Desire The Duty’s Funeral
O How I Use Thee, God, From Robot To Fearless Fly!
With The Dark Venoms That Continue
Flower Of Solicitude Is Elementarty And Multiple
And You Decided To Reign
Alas, Rise For The Jesters As They Speak The Vampire To An Extravagance Of Failure

Seduce Your Worms And Foster Me, Speaking Gracefully, Diminishing Angrily You Can Raise Up Your Heads To See
Who Is The Beast?
Don’t Be Left By Screams Again

All Portals Cast Hesitant, Eager Gods
Why Does My Bauble Sit So Calmly?
Hammers Of The Shroud Let Me Wait Blindly

Don’t Be Cried By Ghosts Again
Mother Of Vexation Is Living Clear
Someday You Can Continue For Everyone
A Speed Impropriety Minute
Mystery! Nay, Redemption!
And All Too Soon The Values Turn To Shout

Beware Of The Lethargies With Tense Deceit
Live Irritably Live Brightly
Oh, Helpful Killers With Grotesque Insincerity
Where Is The Bad Paramour?
And Everyone Else Will Turn Like A Herb
The Head Falls Like A Spectral Arm