Last Night I Dreamt Of

Last night I dreamt of

The ghost of a warden

Whose footfalls make no sound

The crash and cries of her

Victims; children

The only clatter in the hallway

As she decends

Down to me

Baking over ever-burning

Hellfire

Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.

General

Why are you like this

I was expecting you to forget

Its weird seeing you

People don’t know what's different

When did you become Far too much For me

An Icon I made for the Nous discord. I really like it, but I don’t it’s what’s still there

A Collection of Five Little Lines, Hand Over Hand

I can barely keep track of 100 lines God’s debut a disaster film Forced to apologize To a dead bird in the sky For all, For a better tomorrow I, rotten flesh A blank page How long we SUFFER FAIR SOULS End it here