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"Abnormalities" 

Where reality leaves off and madness begins,
down twisted streets paved with human skulls,
lies the City of the Dead.

Built upon the communal decay of the dearly departed,
toiling in barren gardens filled with cobwebs and memories,
whispered reminiscence,
the city looms stark and queerly proportioned,
leaning at perilous and unimaginable angles,
against a jagged and festered sky.

Its blight-shadowed structures are made of squalor and putrefication,
crouched in collapsed huddles of rotting roofs and toppled steeples,
and the perverse abnormalities of flesh and bone.

Pervading everything is the most nauseous odor imaginable,
an overwhelming smell of mold, worms, and death,
and over all, lays an unnatural stillness like night that will never end.

I saw something come down along the road,
among the crumbling buildings and stench-cursed streets,
beneath the blasphemous decapitated steeple of an ancient black church,
and the twisted face of a clock with no hands,
a humped man, with a gait so odd that it sent a chill through me,
an unspeakable menace more disquieting than the dismal architecture.

He stared with unwinking eyes like dark gaping windows,
that sucked the very warmth from my body;
and as he approached I saw...
that it was me.