Some sepulcher, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone -
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
-Edgar Allan Poe, The Sleeper
*This blog and these photos do not intend to promote self harm, but aim merely to convey an artistic expression.