❛ well, i can’t say i was EXPECTING help, 'specially not on this case. ❜ as long as ONE can remember, RECALL ; what little FALLS upon visitor & how he SAVORS his woes ( holy SANCTITY tastes of bloody roses ) , all sense swallowed & consumed, FEASTED in stygian night ; ichor, wine, ROSÉ all pink & almost as PERFECT, like flesh mangled & sworn to LILIES ( & all-too-bright, of dying SUNLIGHT, a girl of RUBICUND LIPS & smile, RHAPSODIC ; a cadaver, SLIT, nevermore ) ; a CORPSE lies between them, oh PEACH-BRUISED skin & how soft, how SAVORED as she had been DEATH’S LOVER ( his love seeps slowly, her veins whisper of SCRIPTURE ; a POISON so very saccharine, RIGOR MORTIS ). & one can WONDER, truly, of DEVASTATION ; in the way fingers, PAPER-THIN trace endless rivers, seas, black & all-encompassing, PHANTASMAGORIA ----- - -- & why, YES, he’ll offer hand in GREETING, dormant JOVIALITY, which ever so resembles red-rimmed eyes & bleached BONES ; he is a CALAMITY. ❛ i’m agent MULDER. ❜
ANTLERBRAIN liked for a STARTER !