MOROK: **run f0r th3 hi//s

their gaze burns marks of the past on my body. sensations and feelings intertwine into a complex symphony, which grates of teeth is heard somewhere in the depths of the mind and, breaking the ribs, freezes somewhere inside me. the world has turned us into animals. although maybe we created all this ourselves.

i feel their fangs sinking into my throat. a little more, and they will tear out with all the nerve endings that lump that is stuck inside me. a lump of sensations and feelings. a new day dawns, i close my eyes, but i can't wake up.