Scrowling and znarkling with grindled teeth do you no good. Flailing and galoprashing down to the mustry bayou. Where claws, paws, maws and spindlrung corpselings dreadfully tread. Rippered and reavered apart, Jack the Rippered might be proud.
I found myself alive and awake, in a teary fog of shame,
I found the brims cracked on the photo albums,
In my heart they did collect dust,
I remember,
Yes,
I remember the burning, the ache, the need and the want,
Yes I remember the loneliness, the depression, repression and seething hatred I felt for my reflection,
Little had I known, Little could I know,
I did not wish... to know, what I know now, what always was a sealed scripture of truth,
This truth, this burning that tore itself apart in the pit of my stomach,
In the empty shallowness that bare my feelings,
Such, supple soft flesh,
Such, foul lucid destruction I wanted to cause you,
As I
