Loathing of the inner-self
stirring seas of nausea,
quaking the spirit's hardened shell
launching tears in tidal waves.
Tsunamis, hurricanes of tainted marble
crush the hardened walls of the fortress of reason
the heart, the crazed red queen,
splits the brain in half, charging it with the highest form of treason.
Listening to: Audioslave - Cochise
Reading: Emil Cioran - Ispita de a exista
Watching: Tales From The Crypt
Playing: whatever you want me to