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.