Endless misery, endless torment

Raging waters and a dark sky

My mind is twisted; I’m at the end of my line


Endless torture and endless pain

The world is full of hurt and disease

Sickened flesh and rotting corpses; the world is full of these



The Icognito Writer

I am not who I say I am but who my writing says I am; my characters define me. Like puppets in a play, they tell you who pulls the strings. I'm not who I say I am; I'm who you think I am.

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