Souls weighed with sand,
trapped in the finality,
abyss known not here,
nor anywhere; humanized madness.
The house is gone,
the house is there,
the house is tilting,
the house is changing.
I live not here,
I live not there,
I cannot feel anything,
I am being twisted.
Slowly making a fragment,
fragmented into three parts,
characters I am not,
characters I always was.
YOU ARE READING
Follow Me
Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
