beautiful being of an understandingcruelty for cruelities sakemy heart knows not the waybut I see the glimmer in the ghosts around meare they because I imgined them into beingis the Earth really a matrix shifting according to moodor is...

wild mood swings, biting tearing wordsaltering the world around mewords are spells they speak things into beingfirst come the dreamsthen the thoughtsthen manifest by the act of believing/talking them into realitya witchery thing? no, this is true of us...

quietly I hold my painutterly shattered, systematically made to feel I don't mattervulnerable my self esteem bled out on the floorno way to save myself what's been lost is too muchmy strength gone my love of self slippingI've given...

discontent heart systematically stripped of self esteemlavish sin flaunted without remorse has scarred my heartbroken trusts sings me awake during nightmaresin dreams they enter, my friendly demonsacting out my current life so I can see where I follysome see...