Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Inner Sanctum
I scratch at the black wallpaper of my inner sanctum. I bite the emblems of death that bind my wrists to the keeper of Hades. His goblet, offered me day in and day out, archaic vessel of Babylonian delight, poisoned water from the River Styx. In Eucharistic bondage I did drink, until my angel...
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