Erik Aries Writing

ever coldin burning lustand neveris it filledi becomea fetid gustof rageof hateunwilled

surface tensionstifles mei needto take a breathmurk and mudi swallow theeinhalingto mydeath.

mirror in a tired eyei blink and lose the leadthe gaze i meet exhaustivelythe soul i cannot seefoggy windowtroubled seadrowningin myme