꧁ I am not as fine as I seem, pardon me for yelling, Iˈm telling you green gardens are not
whatˈs growing in my psyche, itˈs a different me, a difficult beast, feasting on burnt down trees.
Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait, something you wonˈt forget, itˈs
all about my forehead and how it is a door that holds back contents that makes Pandoraˈs box
contents look non-violent. Behind my eyelids are islands of violence, my mind ship-wrecked,
this is the only land my mind could find. I didnˈt know it was such a violent island, full of tidal
waves, suicidal crazed lions. Theyˈre trying to eat me, blood running down their chin and I know
that I can fight, or I can let the lion win. I begin to assemble what weapons I can find...
ˈ̟C̟a̟u̟s̟e̟ ̟s̟o̟m̟e̟t̟i̟m̟e̟s̟ ̟t̟o̟ ̟s̟t̟a̟y̟ ̟a̟l̟i̟v̟e̟ ̟y̟o̟u̟ ̟g̟o̟t̟t̟a̟ ̟k̟i̟l̟l̟ ̟y̟o̟u̟r̟ ̟m̟i̟n̟d̟.̟
former self: iadorecyrus & Asmodeus