Trepanning5/3/06 I see dreams in a window, being rearranged.Inside arcs of tingling bars, backlights apalmate and I am feeling rather strange. Feelings of raw percussion,
Month: January 2021
The Alcazar Startled by your, skeptical being.You’re shattering, my inner doubtful lost demonsAn elegant breeze.Blows through the strands surrounding.You’re… Warm like winter.Backwards and confusing.I am
Distemper02.23.2020 I.Would love to see you change.I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I.Would love to rearrange.The chemicals, you can’t outgrow. What secrets lie beneath thisDevil’s throne?Bewildered
The Frame11/14/2006 Sun gives way, to a fiery amputation.Suck down the poison I have tasted.Say my prayers for asphyxiation.This is the end I’ve anticipated. Forgot
Peyote Angel, Withers 11 Somehow I’ll do this on my own.This reconnection.Hand on this scalpel.Seen it.Trauma only excites me and I am my evidenceas perfectly
Aberration Belladonna10/13/2006 Where have I been wandering?And should I be concerned about these bruises?All of this confusion leaves mepuzzled yet amused. Found another little problem.Another
“Days gone by.
Picking up precious reminders…”
Aneurisma07.10.2020 So tired of being tiredexhaustion, I can taste it.Back and forth I goand no longer I can fake it. I’ve tried to beg, I’ve
Gagina02.19.2020 This piercing through the cerebellumleaves a golden glow below.And the Sun becomes a monster, which keeps stringingyou along.But your rhetoric is closure, and this