I see the wind. It contorts the branches outside. It plays tricks with my eyes. Monsters, demons, boogiemen, and ghosts. Await with pleasure to deliver my corpse. I shiver, fret, and stare with great doom. For the wind weaves great tales And visions that abuse.
Do you ever look back on the week and think, what the fuck? I am doing that right now. Actually, I have been doing it since Monday. By now, everyone knows the story and all its gory details, except for my group of followers. (I like sounding like I'm the leader of a cult) - … Continue reading The Fall