Drooling floods of Led. Armed with distorted belief. Sharp munition spat from our minds. Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire. . Black, acidic bile. Seeping wounds of shattered souls.
How come I shiver, hurt and bleed,. If in dreams I cannot truly feel. Who would dare say, who would claim. This hallucination isn't real. . Synaptical glitch looking glass.
Trapped in a ceaseless fever of spite,. an unending fit of resentment and anger. Caught in a moment of unforgiveness. In the snapshot of a hatefilled second.