Poems from Beyond The Horrid
Abysmal winds whispering words stained in sin-listen to the murmurs growing louder-there here, there their-their the shaded disguise...
What is this rapping-this insidious tapping-becknoing my attention towards the direction of my wooden door? Perhaps a silent scratching-an...
What is this rapping-this insidious tapping-becknoing my attention towards the direction of my wooden door? Perhaps a silent scratching-an...
What is this rapping-this insidious tapping-becknoing my attention towards the direction of my wooden door? Perhaps a silent scratching-an...
Inevitable as death, are smile will invert.While God shuns his eyes to unworthy souls not raptured.Addicts to flesh; never sleeping or at...