A symphony of Horror

A symphony of Horror,

Bare naked in my coffin.

Covid infected the taste of my brekfast.

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Dear Diáry,

Evry ting smells like pleather,

Frigid chills in the boots of my leather.

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Glacial flurries fall off the drapes of old carcasses

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Hoomans don come around, not even the students.

“I am now ancient ruins”

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Jigsaw dreams of my vintage

Killings; has not seen infection like tis since

Lepr’osy.

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My quarters are full of bat dung,

Nevr’ze less,

“Ode to Nosferatu” the song my ancestors once sung.

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Preserving my corpse, as my grave turneth;

Quickly they will mount my skull above ze’furnace.

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Riots thrashing down the doors to my lair,

Soon, my castle will be a muzeum,

Two-tousand en twenty four jeers later.

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Un-hinged and

Vexed wit hunger

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Werewolves boo their who and hoomans do too.

Xanax for their panic, and service tags for their blues.

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Yellow fever wasn’t even as bad, now I feast

ze’ blood of ze’ knats.