WHAT AM I? How can I describe it? This feeling in my soul… Tearing through my consciousness makes me somewhat reckless altogether disgusting in my voiced intention Whether alone or not, I cannot hide the thoughts and, specially in the dark of night, i fill my soul with fury, a living hate Nothing can heal me now I’m beyond all substance, an energy of evil, a device for the father of lies Gut feeling of encumbered desire; the bodies of women burned in lust, all their hearts encrusted with broken … Continue reading →