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Still the stars shine down on your skin..do you see them?Youre just like them now.

Have you ever felt so alone that you wanted to just start again? And you were sure if you could disappear then no one here would come find you? Have you ever felt worthless because no matter how hard you tried you could never live up to the standards that were set by people who could never understand you?

My will is weak and my hands tremble but I won’t give voice to delusion
I AM.

Enthroned upon their praise.pethroned with my disgust..anguish of the mind.

you will have a taste of bitterness on your tongue..

My life, the monolith of loneliness.

A voice of deceit advocating our divinity.True nature unfolds..corruption.

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Zoyd Photography - Self in Nature Series (2012)

That which faded did not stay the same.

Through withering meadows..the dilemma of harmony.

Primal sounds in the wake..bleeding from colours into shape..the fugitive wormwood cancer.

Mankind fears what eyes fail to conceive..the inevitable is at hand.

Purple rain coated in the throat..wake up, cold sweat, scratching, itching trying to escape the skin that barely fit him.

Cold shivers from the sight of her eyes..I retreated into my own sanity.

We’re only waiting to come in through another door at another cost and why?..cause we reap what we sow..and we keep cutting down and yet it grows again.

Throw the coals to the fire so the levee may break.