Spin the blade then drive it deep.Combat these shadows that do creep.Fuelling nightmares which refuse to abate.How long before they have more than physical shape? As iris twins beneath the sky.It is time to snap this lie.Adhering to principles sold for a paltry sum.Drowning your fears as they haunt whenever day is done. Idealised butContinue reading “In Throes”
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