...a deviant confession...

[restyourtrigger]

...in a dark cellar i linger...as if a moth...enamored by this screen...forging art...creations so pure...that they cut me deep...and within the wake...i can rest...smile...dance...but that is all too far gone...and i shall await the birth of each of my demons...that single perfect pixelized synapse in which they are set free...and in that moment

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[iwilbegreatful]

indescribable really but ill try dam good poetry.