A writhing mass of fractured bones and toxic incantations, frightfully aware of its own mirthless existence. Suffer, and be of service. Smile, and be glad for it. You will never be home. It does not exist. Abandon your whims and devour your soul. The undulating horror in the corner of your cell is the most comfort you shall be afforded. Smile, and be glad for it. Call it "home."

I mostly post nonsense. I'm new to poetry, so I'm hoping to just have fun and maybe learn a little along the way. This is just a poetry account. I enjoy themes like duality, juxtaposing happiness with intense negativity, suffering, and cosmic horror! I hope we can be friends and share our poetry with each other.

Do you promise to spend the most time with me?