XXXavia

Define, divide, hyper-realize. It's not about truth... It's not about you... Confine, decide, egotistical pride. There is no us. There is no them. There are those who are. And those who pretend. Solid faces, rock and bone, Shrouded, false and all alone... Opaque, facades, and puppets on strings. It's hard to hold faith in anything. The more you see, the more you feel. The more you feel, the more you hate. The more you know, the more you hide. Forced, coerced, truths in lies. It screams, and vibrates in my bones, acceptance looms, invites you home...           Sewn shut eyes and thighs dilated, But only if you'll get, violated… Ac