The air I breath is thick with the smell of ash and smoke, my eyes darkened to resemble the primordial essence that is within my soul. For no man has come upon the flesh of another and see beauty as a way of paying tribute to that which will never be.

The body begins the descent into the void screaming without the purpose , taking nothing into realizing of what the blood has done for the heart. My nerves felt scorched as I screamed for someone to notice my flesh

“ am I beautiful to her?”

The flesh…screaming in idioms know only to the demons that resides in the minds of the masses. Take head of all who sleep and break the mouths of those serpent demons that resides within the heart.