the worst evil of them all.
my head feels like it’s spinning out of control. I can hear the blood rushing and thumping through. even with the power of blockades I stole, my mind’s excruciatingly askew. and you just add more with the lack of your soul while the anger inside me spreads and imbues. do you believe a bit of what you endow? because from here it looks like you disavow.
amuse the masses.
things aren’t as broken as they seem. a patina of distress paints the picture while the smokescreen blurs their vision. or maybe that’s just their stupidity. a patina of distress paints the picture and the children wish to pursue. or maybe that’s just their stupidity; to believe a word they say. and the children wish to pursue a wish that is corrupted by the future. to believe a word they say is...
I feel incomplete, closed in without a barrier in between. eyes looking over my shoulders. claustrophobia personified. without a barrier in between, I’m ripped apart by silence. claustrophobia personified as I feel their gazes on my back. I’m ripped apart by silence, save for meaningless chatter as I feel their gazes on my back. they distract and confuse. save for meaningless chatter, there is...