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Begotten: Death of a ChildI: Praeludium: The Cortex Limbo
A spec in a vast emptiness.
Born in utter filth and disgrace.
Concealed and damned.
To flutter helpless and alone.
But a falling leaf in despair.
Congregate and disintegrate.
II: Tabula Rasa: Undo Reality
They say "The shackles of life
cannot be undone".
They say "To die is to wake
Denied and derailed.
"Mishap" they wailed.
"Wane the moon for me"
I said "Fill this empty heart"
The deep inside, just a blank
empty gray slate.
Devoid of emotion and feelings.
Apathy, my begotten brother.
III: Clavicula Nox: Continuum Enhanced
Open up. Reveal yourself.
"Could this dark guide be my saviour?"
Walls. Closing in.
And prayers all in vain.
Nails. Marks of the past and future.
The only thing which is real.
Besides my upcoming demise.
"Strangely enough, I do not depise"
The vim of the vivid vermilion,
an everflowing stream from my wounds.
"Dreams are immorta
One Word Suicide LetterThe final moment.
The last page.
I am withered and torn.
Like mental driftwood.
In an endless sea.
Harbinger of hate.
Set sail yet again.
Towards the edge of sanity.
How do I reconcile with the world?
How do I remember the good times?
Did I give all I had in me?
Even so, it's time to say goodbye.
I dip the tip.
Ink like dreamscapes.
Flowing like a dying vim.
One last gesture.
One last word.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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