Given into utter vulgarity. Obstructed vision. Pulsing maggots find the surface
They are never hungry. Well fed, content and thriving. Twice blessed is he in this dungeon of iniquity
A hidden highway leading nowhere. Frost, fog amongst grotesque sunlight. Painted in ivory. Curious in it's elegance. How long, left alone to wander? Striding fast. Impervious and blind. Blissfully ignorant and charmed by the sights.
Where he's going there are no mirrors. A destination long planned, yet unknown. A perilous march into obscurity. Pained, yet smiling and wilting at once. Fading into naught, into a never ending cloud of nocturnal purgatory.
He likes it there and it will be his home. Unreal estate. Picket fences painted black. Skeletal dogs and neighbors unknown.
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