I am the soothing poison That welcomes you in Lulls you to sleep Then viciously devours your soul You should run. Now. Loving me is death Image Description: A round of brie cheese with a triangle slice

Tournaments, Prizes, defeats and glory!

When spiritual people think less of themselves

CHAOS Let it go as ashes carried by cold. Let it be a summers heat. Let it drift into beyond as old. Let it accept it’s defeat. Infused with intense Touch the consuming destiny, destabilizing reality with