Mental illness is being trapped in a world only the inflicted can see. Much like an Author's mind, only the afflicted have no control and are constantly fighting something only they can see.
Asylum VII. A tribute to my cousin, who I love dearly. Enjoy, and thank you for your continued interest.
The isn't anything I can say that wouldn't give this away. So just take a gander and enjoy. 😉
I find peace in the rain. A piece is sadness from my own heart.
Through the mist I travel Lured by the siren's song My eminent death before me Does nothing to strengthen The fight to live To escape Deep inside me My resistance a mewling kitten To the voice beckoning me Far too long in the mist My desires have become a mirage A temptation my heart cries... Continue Reading →
She was prefect. The perfect specimen. Gullible to top it. I couldn't find a better subject if I tried. A glowing beacon to my trapped souls. Keeping them quiet has never been difficult, but I'll have to keep an eye on her at all times. She'll make a wonderful addition of my collection. I'll keep... Continue Reading →