I Write
Where does it come from, this silent entity? The silent devourer. Invisible consumer of everything. All that was yesterday, all the joys and happiness, have been demoted to memories, stolen.
I am the empty carcass it left in its slow and meaningless precession of nothingness. A shell of forgotten feelings tossed aside onto a pile of other unremembered and vessels filled with a void.
Where does it come from and why does it do this?
I am the empty carcass it left in its slow and meaningless precession of nothingness. A shell of forgotten feelings tossed aside onto a pile of other unremembered and vessels filled with a void.
Where does it come from and why does it do this?
