I’m home to a crime of amontillado. My Bones casted in these walls. Stones pushed up against my lips I can’t escape your prison.
I’m home to a crime of amontillado.
My Bones casted in these walls.
Stones pushed up against my lips 
I can’t escape your prison.  poetry stories
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Amontillado

I’m home to a crime of amontillado. My Bones casted in these walls. Stones pushed up against my lips I can’t escape your prison.

I’m passing with every breath. You smile behind my every step. And I cant tell the difference Between your poison and your philter.

My pride, it keeps me in denial Keeps me at your altar. All my limbs they wither, My words faltering As I lay in tomb; Crushed by impropriety.

And is revenge sweet, As you Rest In Peace?

This cellar door your refuge, My death your...

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