AMirthlessLaugh

On muted nights like tonight my mind wanders past the barriers of my imagination. My most hated and forgotten memories seep through the blockades of my willpower and suffocate the common sense that was pleasantly residing beforehand. Perhaps it is on these such nights that I, personally, tear myself apart and scrutinize the pieces. Which parts of me are disgusting enough to feed to the severing words of my most despised enemies? Or which parts are simply too brilliantly masked to unveil? It's all ...