a horrified shadow

If you have never felt hunger a desperation so deep in your gut that it gnaws at your bones and it speaks in vernacular tongues whispering to your pain addled brain in the devil’s voice it denies, tries to convince your starving stomach that it doesn't need that sustenance then you have no right to … Continue reading a horrified shadow

Son of a –

Tiptoe through ground glass but leave no bloody footprints behind. Confuzzled by the contradictory  message? Welcome to my world. I suggest you run. you're still here?  interesting. my thoughts about the situation go as thus: Winter's Chill is a twat. On it's heels, the Agoniser comes with his pretty, pain poisoned stick  this son of a skunkbutt...his main pleasure … Continue reading Son of a –