Thursday, 27 August 2015

A phantom peered on every gleam of sunshine.

A nameless horror, like nothing we've encountered before the time has come for us to be undone.

Tiger lily and I had a tea party with centipede, the self-proclaimed pest.

Grim is always be my sunshine.
You said death put their smiles to us.

O' Phantom, my tragic Phantom, my faithful shadows,
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?


My dear Phantom, my immortal cadaver, your farewell in silence is eternal.

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