Delusion exerts itself over my mind…

Memories of the flesh persist.

I could live here. I could fall asleep to the crackle of the flames.

I tried to be a Monolith, so see my bones covered in a drapery of moss.

Now, my day-to-day schedules are written by Dante Alighieri…

But even more scary,

  My dreams are painted by Hieronymus Bosch.