it's a brutal memory time bends and refracts fractured parts of your soulfated pain echoing through spacelips curled in a screamhurdled along until full stoprotating on our axis, we spinwe forget then come to rememberfabled wisdom why repeat?thrown into...

sinister feeling comes at night while sleepingmy soul lay witness to an unbecoming vigildreaded need has a taste for methere is no seduction this is rapea spirit manipulating my mind while dreamingan orgasm forced from meit felt so good...

interacting with devils you can feel itthe peril of fright... deafeningsuccumbing to this feeling dangerouskeep your head, move one foot in front of the othervindictive snickering, and yes they are laughingit is their way of speach...sarcasmof a fierce nature...

I was sick of it now I'm done with it tired of the rush, rush, rush I've given enough to people who are lazy fucks outrageous expectations working 7 days a week they act like I'm a machine one that doesn't get weak and tired, frustrated, angry asking me...

dreadful need in the crevices of the soul, cravewith an ache so great as to make me bleedMidnight approaches and brings with him shadows that covetamong the faces I see youpeering deeply into my eyesconnecting with the witch withinVulnerability...