In perpetual solitude I linger in the shadows.
Fragmented in which pieces to me are unbeknownst... unrecognisable.
Am I who I was or am I nothing but a memory of what I once were? Something other than me. A corrupted part of my insanity.
Maybe I am nothing more than lifeless flesh, rotting in perpetual solitude.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
In perpetual solitude I linger in the shadows.
Fragmented in which pieces to me are unbeknownst... unrecognisable.
Am I who I was or am I nothing but a memory of what I once were? Something other than me. A corrupted part of my insanity.
Maybe I am nothing more than lifeless flesh, rotting in perpetual solitude.
