

Breakfast of the Damned BREAKFAST OF THE DAMNEDBreakfast of the Damned
I shuffle like the living dead, my eyes encrusted shut, The nubilating fog within my head brings droplets of the Lethe.
I sandblindly stagger to the table, my honour stooned and cut, I cleave the box, ripping the label, and grimly stair beneath.
The wrappings shred as broken dreams, rasping clouds of broken dust, The flakes descend in violent streams till the china makes them cease,
The albine sea englulfs the scraps, like a lovers carnal lust,
Spoon takes the once-corn, now dead and trapped, like a lease-man calling lease.
Gift
Sin

Raphael, part oneDoctor Hoggarth strode down the dingy corridor, flanked by two hulking lackeys. He reached a heavy door with a small barred window, unlocked it with a large rusted key, opened it and stepped inside. The ward, used for the solitary confinement of particularly dangerous lunatics, was less than the meanest of prison cells. Tiny and filthy, a meager flicker of twilight came from a similar window on the opposite wall and foul stench wafted from a deep hole in the corner of the room. It was a bitter winter, and stagnant water dripped slowly from a crack in the ceiling, like an ominous pendulum.Raphael, part one
Motionless in the corner, a heavily
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by the way, this is andrew
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