No one knows the extent of pain in me, and would not know one.
Internal festivals of wounds and dance on the gore, no love, no warmth and no tenderness could stop none.
Confess myself with duplicated questions, ceaseless.. until I guide my own self to trouble.
Tedious disquisition that me is perturbed, murderous, savage, full of blame and not to trust.. until I settle.
- On Sunday. At 1:02 PM, 13th Dec. 2015