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It is midnight.

Before dawn, they will find me and take me to a black cell where I shall languish interminently, while insatiable desires gnaw at my vitals and wither up my heart,

till at last I become one with the dead that I love. My seat is the fetid hollow of an aged grave. My desk

is the back of a fallen tombstone worn smooth by devastating centuries.

My only light is that of the stars and a thin-edged moon,

yet I can see as clearly as though it were midday.

Around me on every side,

sepulchral sentinels guarding unkempt graves.

The tilting decrepit headstones lie half hidden

in masses of nauseous rotting vegetation.

Above the rest, silhouetted against the livid sky.

An august monument lifts its austere tapering spire like the spectral chieftain of a l'Amurian horde.

The air is heavy with the noxious odors of fungi and the scent of damp moldy earth but to me it is the aroma of elyseum it is still

terrifyingly still with a silence whose very profundity to speaks the solemn and the hideous.

Could I choose my habitation? It would be in the heart of some such city of putrefying flesh and crumbling bones.

For their nearness sends ecstatic thrills through my soul, causing the stagnant blood to race through my veins and my

torpid heart to pound with delirious joy. For the presence of death is life to me.

If you were thinking this was from a goth gathering on Halloween night, you'd be wrong.

But only technically.

To me this sounds like an innovative goth office design.

You're going to love working here.

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