Trying to find my way back; to that road I was walking on. Everything is a haze, a monotonous, all-consuming lull. And I can’t seem to break out of this infernal, stomach-turning madness — an interlude-become-nightmare.
Trying to find my way back; to that road I was walking on. Everything is a haze, a monotonous, all-consuming lull. And I can’t seem to break out of this infernal, stomach-turning madness — an interlude-become-nightmare.