i really hate this

Poetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of escape to a darker, living animal that failed to devour me. It made my writing more powerful and I craved the next chapter of the voice in my head. A demonizing voice that was so soothing it is unbelievable... Enjoy my Ethereal Abyss...