#poetry #poem #quote #horror #gore #violence #murder #obsession happy and proud; at last i knew porphyria worshipped me; surprise made my heart swell, and still it grew while i debated what to do. that moment she was mine, mine, fair, perfectly pure and good: i found a thing to do, and all her hair in one long black string i wound three times her little throat around, and strangled her. no pain felt she; i am quite sure she felt no pain. -porphyria’s lover by troll robert browning
Kult: +40
Kull: +15
Total: 55
Ratio: 2.67
