Hollow Clay Men

I am as empty as the clay man Restless, I am.  Creatures of nourished darkness and twisted bodies cling onto my mind I see them every time I close my eyes. They rob me of my sleep, they laugh at my gullibility  Their white eyes stare at me, their bodies molten Vantablack Sick and twisted... Continue Reading →

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