esti oli achristoi. Είστε όλοι άχρηστοι.
I dream of wires, flesh, and tendons being torn apart. Your sweet misery brings such joy...even amongst the most deranged hearts. Scratching and clawing for a way out, it's useless just accept your fate. And blood continues to spill and stain our blackest souls. These skins we inhabit are memories of despair, animosity, and nomadic spirits. We'll never be forgiven and all that matters incinerates into dust, ash, and cinder.View attachment 458121