Tag: Pain


in a flowering dystopia where the wind blows in any direction that will bring about the most discomfort to whomever should find themself lost within the craters and valleys of the world filled with sin black and decayed no one escapes with their life demons and hell spawn lurk cut your throat with a knife…

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I am pain the absense of pleasure. All that is profane to me is tethered. With emptiness and despair I am forever intertwined hearts in need of repair I count as trophies of mine. My existance is perception temporary and transient I do not aim for redemption my presence is permanent.    

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