smoke and mirrors
a carnival of fun house windows
made of self-deception
A self created prison
pinioned by your own disguise
darkness veiled behind your eyes
My uncleansed soul: full of vermin, fat bellied snakes things from below, the stuff of stars, the essence of creation- being devoured from the inside and spit back into the cold world. The weak chemical bonds are losing their hold.
Favourite style of art: Expressionism, Fauvism, Impressionism, Realism
Personal Quote: Self doubt is a cancer of the soul.