Is There An End To This Waking Nightmare In Which I Inhabit?
Trauma-Weighted Memories Overburden A Grief-Stricken Physique. Depleted And Agonized. Shivering Inwards In Sufferance Of Lost Innocence. Pillaged, Tarnished. Those Few Scattered Sweet And Cherished Memories Smothered And Beaten Against The Granite Edifices Of Absolute Absence. Every Retained Image Of Love Once Shared And Safety Once Obtained Violently Becomes Spectral Before The Utter Certainty Of Solitary Damnation. Mocking, Relentless, Hideous, Motionless.
