I've been but a ghost in your arms, besotted in a way, and indolent enough to stay. Playing the nescient with eyes that haven't awaken me, nothing to ..
I'd never thought i'd witness someone so self-virtuous that i would feel so sick. like needles treading down my throat in a march of soldiers i can fe..
Our interaction became unwelcoming like a looming virus corrupt to the affect. Eluded by ambiguous walls and murky doors colored by blood and rust dis..
(This pilgrimage'sunfeignedconnotationisinitiated in the terrene rather than betwixthumanity or the mortal pneuma, as if it was asheltered structure....