down the crimson halls.

Down the Crimson Halls.
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Down the crimson
halls I hear...
insanity..scratching
it's name across
the walls.
(in mocking-cheer.)

"come closer...
closer little lamb."
(the Shadow soothes.)

"into the parlor
of the Damned."

(where Broken
Flowers lie
Abused.)
_

Here it's always
so damn cold..
so empty,..Dark..
and stripped of
Purpose.

Thus It matters not
what Romantic Myths
The Angels Told!

(in the End One's
Heart is Worthless.)
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Down these Crimson
Halls I tread...
with babbling voices
in my Head..

writing Curses
on The Wall..
(inspiring
Mortal Dread.)

while Hoping
that I do not Fall!

(into the Parlor
of The Dead.)

j.stephen.h.