18th

It was my own hatred that had magically turned into a song, punching its irascible rhythm from my heart into your bedroom and attempting to rape your dreams. 

Currently, reality is a torture chamber for my thoughts. When my thoughts come to think of it.
it is the absence of bliss due to the ignorance..

the ignorance we fed to my mind, together! 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerful vision inside the mind and heart... There in that place of anger where it grows into a world of its own. Amazing write.