My walls are dank and crumbling,
forgotten by human hands.
But I am not alone.
I am filled by the presence
of restless spirits,
condemned to wander
for eternity.
They haunt my rooms
and wail in the dark, begging
to escape my prison.
They are tethered
by their memories,
and cannot move on.
They are lost to time and
and death.
I cradle their torment,
and feed
on their broken
dreams and disappointment.
Dreams now beyond
their reach.
They are my prized possessions.
My menagerie of the damned.
My stygian children.
I will never let them go.
I will never be abandoned.
I will never die
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