If I could only forget how to breathe…

Sunlight pierces through the cream colored curtains, and for several minutes, I lose myself in memories I cannot grasp, and I wonder what happened this time in my dreams, because, lately, they’re more active, more real than my life. I’m conscious. Testing. Testing. I’m back in this world. Here, I feel exhausted. Resting is strenuous… Continue reading If I could only forget how to breathe…

Goth girl killed the football star

Goth girl killed the football star Chained him up and drove him far Parked him at his final destination Mutilation, denied his chance for life’s salvation Lovely sensation, bloody castration Without the mercy of receiving sedation Pain knows no discrimination Want to understand her infatuation? Use your imagination. Just listen to that dark manifestation Seeping,… Continue reading Goth girl killed the football star