āā I shivered when the sun shone upon me. āā
āā Always gay and without sorrow. āā
āā The shores respond in song to the waves. āā
āā I dreamt of falling, and in the morning my body was sore and bruised. āā
āā Beasts dance and march so music in these streets. āā
āā It was just the tones of the clock striking three. āā
āā The garden is much bigger than possible from the outside. āā
āā What was that hideous sound coming from the dark? āā
āā The water⦠itās all⦠dark? Dark and slimy, black. āā
āā The walking dead⦠they seem alive, but- āā
āā The doors mysteriously open and shut, the windows close.Ā āā
āā Donāt look into the paintingās eyes, itāll⦠hurt you. āā
āā I canāt sleep, not now, I refuse. Theyāll grab me from my fluttering eyelashes. āā
āā In the deserts hides an ancient colossus, yet no man has seen it. āā
āā Dreams are older than Egypt and Babylonia, did you know? āā
āā Death⦠desolating and horrific, but isnāt life worse? āā
āā The bottom of the sea, dead cities, hideous beasts. āā
āā The rank slimy vegetation suffocates me. āā
āā Determinism is just a prophecy. āā
āā Weāll move away from earth, more swiftly than light. āā
āā I can hear the voices from distant universes whose stars are too far to see. āā
āā This smell⦠it brings back childhood memories. āā
āā I feel like drowning at all times, undersea, it engulfs cities, ships, and the dead. āā
āā Drowning is a horrible death. āā
āā Can you hear thatā¦? The music. I must follow it. āā
āā I donāt trust mirrors, who knows whoās watching through? āā
āā The moonlight makes monsters of those born living. āā
āā At midnight, it descends into the soft earth at the graveyard. āā
āā Those cities were wiped out by supernatural wrath, none may be built in those cursed grounds. āā
āā Hideous⦠Hideous name. āā
āā A river of liquid fire streams from the underground now. āā
āā They say that the moon reveals that and those unknown to the human eye. āā
āā The voice of your dead calls you from the living room⦠āā
āā It was terrible. They say the hand of the dead man wrote the will.Ā āā
āā Eventually, it disposed of its human shell, above us. āā
āā Your fears are nothing but an incomplete duplicate of yourself. āā
āā The catacombs donāt belong to the city, sadly. āā
āā The black mass lives under the old church now. āā
āā If you wish to steal, go ahead, but beware of the gargoyles. āā
āā A horrible, horrible secret eats at you. āā
āā Even nightmares die, they leave marks in oneās heart. āā
āā They told me that the organ caused the churchās heaven to cave in on the congregation. āā
āā Donāt read that terrible book if you like being sane. āā
āā We never know what hides in the lone lagoons and swamps, in the ancient abandoned homes. āā
āā Even brainless monsters can survive. āā
āā [ He / She / They ] died, but the corpse retained life. It stalks about, tries to conceal the odor of decay. āā
āā Change comes over the rising sun. āā
āā An overgrown gardener is always a bad sign. āā
āā The people here talk about unknown, dark fires dancing across the hills at night. āā
āā Fear blinds you, it makes you hollow. āā