Fooling all as I begat from the mother of lies, master at my deception until all collapses without forewarning. Sinking so far I'm incapable of identifying normality again, yet desire courses through my veins like acid scorching what was once living. Is it pain keeping me alive? No. It's a cruel joke that forces air into my lungs. A reflex that … Continue reading In exile
Shell de Toni 