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generations upon generations of the lezoryth have sat atop the sociopolitical ladders of their respective era, and many believe it is not just for their genetically predisposed inclination to starting profitable business, but something much darker. What follows are journal scrapings of the last lezoryth house employee to have disappeared on family property. And if what is said is the truth, Then the lezoryth bloodline must be purged.
Cracks in this ceiling turn golden with UV
The walls will dilapidate slowly onto me
Im scared
I wait for sunlight to go away
Till then I live as a stow away
I hope this bucket can last me to morning
Beside what im eating there’s nothing important here
This windows will burn me like ever clear
In truth I have only gained more to fear
As I fast emaciate here on linoleum
I wonder why my morality saved to run
I couldnt eat him its killing me
So I waste away and refuse to feed
Ive overlooked all the guilt in me
And now it shall cause my armour to sunder
And now its become my calamity
I brittle my bones in the way of a lover
Ive drawn away to this cellar bones
Abandoned by humanity as something more like animal
Id never gave this curse my full control
This dampened floor
In where im stored
Is covered up time like an open sore
If the afterlife
Has closed its doors
A vamper is in last of what could force it ajar
This candlelight supplies me with a vision of stone
And the three of my victims
Id wish I had known
Ive worn this as a badge to have this plague in my soul
But now im weak in my bones
With this stake in my throat