here come the cold clouds
and the bleak night at death's door
carve eyes in the gourd
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our hearts were heavy
there was a flicker of light
the rain is pouring
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tremors in the boards
as we walk up the staircase
caked in dust and webs
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the flames kept rising
consuming the legs and arms
melting the eyeballs
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moans from the cellar
it is cold and damp and dark
and the door is locked
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I am lying still
dreaming of flying away
from the grave’s dark soil
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the cave bear attacks
lunges at my neck and face
and chops off my head
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the dinner began
with the impalement of guests
followed by sweetbreads
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