All I manage to catch are glimpses. Peepholes through time and space.
Small ravels of memories I had before this time, before this space. I try to catch them, but they’re always out of grasp.
Like the light that filters through the rustling leaves of the tree. Appearing and disappearing without a moments notice.

I go towards these memories, hoping to achieve them, but I’m always pulled back down to the memories I possess now, that stretch over the ones before, and I forget. I forget who I am, and I remember who I am not.

Wretched wickedness.
Robed in synthetic skins.
Contorted are all.
Of there limbs.
The chaos swallows them.
Swallows them whole.
While shadows are dancing;
Inside six foot holes.
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pyxhonaut.
Reality is lost.
***** when cough.
Up four nights.
With no sleep.
Hide the mirrors;
with sheets.
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In trance.
In darkness black;
The lonely manic.
Laughs;
Arm slashed;
Craft masochistic acts.
Insane;
Destructive ways;
LeAves soiled floors bloodstained.
We burn the flesh;
Over candles hot flame.
(RepeAt)