....carry on Tuesday
A tale I heard of a book
That speaks of the horror world beyond,
Beyond reach of bones and skin.
A bloody world that lie within the book speaks of dusty end,
I could see from within the cells of my mind
The book was thick and black
And covered with dust,
A settled sign of sleeping time.
Without awakening the soul
My mind reached out to grab the book,
Its boards were bowed and creaking
Blood oozed out from the cover
And my hands were smeared red.
For a moment the horrifying red
Spread across my palm,
Before the aromatic smell of fine tomato ketchup
Sneaked into my nose.
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