One thousand shattered mirrors could never erase this grotesque image from my mind. the chains of one million addictions can never ease the discomfort of my consciousness. every waking thought centered on this weak, despicable, hideous shell. in stance and walk and all movement--secrets are laid bare. nothing left, but our eyes cannot meet. clearly, repugnance dances across your face as you silently laugh at the misshapen husk shambling before you. trapped in this decaying tomb, trapped in this wretched prison--confined to flesh.
