Cadaver Architect: 10 of 11

At The Architect’s, the Cadaver Architect’s Forgotten secrete home Small doses of poisons, were administered Poisons deemed to loosen tight grips Fucken tight grips, of appendages, Of a thought to be lunar eclipse A thought to be lunar eclipse, Through which came A Hand, of a Preacher’s Daughter A Preacher’s Daughter, who promised The Architect,…

Cadaver Architect: 7 of 11

Someday, the spirit of I, Her last creation, which survived We shall meet again, be reunited, We shall stand, The Architect and I Thoughts of excavation, we shall share Insightful smiles, will blaze surroundings Comfort, we shall offer, it all won’t be lost For happiness, shall cave in Misery, as The Architect envisioned, Will be…