Forgotten Horror Paintings
In shadows deep, the canvas weeps,
Brushstrokes whisper where silence creeps.
Crimson smears on fractured skies,
Eyes once vivid now hollowed cries.
Dust veils screams in muted hues,
A frame that time itself eschews.
Forgotten terror trapped in art,
A frozen breath, a rotting heart.
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