Running and Running with heavy heart, I loathe you. I am allergic to your presence But still I’m hooked on the inspiration of your never ceasing spiral. Do not dare to misshape me you faceless beast, for I am known!
Uncontrollable reality I forbid you. For you are a bloodcurdling nightmare, which only seems to be misshapen, and broken. Hurt and lost in your exhausted flaws, You realize in the end, that the beast is you, faceless.