A Split of Nightmares
there is no real me,
only an entity.
something of a misery.
although i can hide my cold gaze,
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours.
and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably conferrable,
i simply am not there....
only an entity.
something of a misery.
although i can hide my cold gaze,
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours.
and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably conferrable,
i simply am not there....