The final curtain

Posted by William.Tell. [ williamtell65 AT hotmail DOT com ]; on November 23, 2005 at 21:51:58:

In the depths of my insanity
the world becomes A tomb of distant rooms
so black with hate and full of lies. . .

The stench of days of old seep through the cracks within the walls
of ancient halls inside my madley driven soul. . .

And what of all the memories
so morbid and so sordid
do the flash of wicked cries for love resound? 3-2-1

A heap of rotting hope
contracts the rope into A deathgrip,
slowly falling from the chair within my room.