This is not about being caught between a rock and a hard place. This is about those that freely violated the soft space of my mind. A cerebral vortex of shame and stains left behind where my imagination was supposed to develop. Instead it's homicidal sperm, that’s spermicidal fluid, sent to ruin the chambers of this tomb because I'm the walking dead.
A very touching piece on the muse, had to share it. Please reblog and retweet