Quote by -L.S.

“Words in my own reality, My own mind, Are trapped there Screaming to escape, As lines and curves, As throbbing black blood, As a dance of loops and coils, Onto the crisp ivory paper, Sitting placidly, Anticipatory, Beneath my trembling hand, Hair falls into my face, Coldness burns in my bones, My thoughts choke me as I sit in pure agony, Plummeting into the Intoxicatingly sweet hands of Madness.”

Quote by -L.S.