The Mirthless Grim & Dungeon Dim



here in the mirthless grim and dungeon dim
where darkness hangs like rotting skin
 from brooding demons sick with sin

our soul is but a phantom limb
and we the disembodied twin
of the emptiness we dwell in

that swallows everything within
and makes a coffin of our skin
filled with all that might have been

Now the dire moans of wind
lament their bitter requiem
as devils fanged come stealing in

and in a froth my thoughts begin
to tear my body limb from limb
 ...in the mirthless grim and dungeon dim.  

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