wretch
twisted, crawling, slithering snake.
it moves unseen, hidden in the darkenss of my mind.
it rips, shreads, unhinges and lays rest to all the sanity that I have left.
it has destroyed all that once was and all that will ever be.
will I survive once it is done consuming me?
would anyone even care?
Friday 21st April 2017 11:55 am
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