#-- falling

[vexingsmoke]

wretched things - they never listen to me - they dont understand - they wont be able to take it - and then theyll come crying - washed away in its tides - luckily for them - thats my job -

[vexingsmoke]

others presences feel like acid on my skin - they make me flinch and my mouth curl in disgust - i am alone - in my pit - dissolving into mist -

[vexingsmoke]

i am seeing two versions of reality - one through my eyes - where everything is normal - and one looking down at myself - with blood and smoke pouring out my nose -