Thirty-seven hours drifted calmly into thirty-eight.A tranquil setting of the shiny hot…
Fiddling with the receiver, but only static is buzzing on the screen. Endlessly…
Darkness… It clings to my sight… A black mask forever sealing my eyes…
I have realised that I am comfortable in my sin.
Blisters of the soul
Mutated spirit, mutilated mind
Each motion into the pit digs your heels further within the murky layers of blissful denial.
Laid bare for the last prevail, mere mortals trek with exuberant careGnashing fangs and glimmering blood paint the tip of every inhuman tongueGhastly smoke swirls in familiar arrays of phobias long forgottenEvery single piece of your humanity is a weaponEvery action you take is a needle in your…
You fucked around and found out, didn’t you, my love?You must admit the irony is rich,I’m no…