IMMUREMENT: BECOME ONE WITH MY MISERY

the demons have come alive within this flesh. the skin, bones, and blood skillfully conceal all that torments from within, that tears apart. to fall asleep, only to wake up again and feel relief. but it doesn't work out!

dark thoughts swarm beneath the skin like locusts, filling every centimeter of the hollow shell. memories, like a cold blade, leave their mark on the consciousness. the body. its lines and curves bear the imprint of every blow struck by sharp fantasies. the beautiful body conceals sadness and sorrow, becoming one with all misery.