Woorden: Despised Icon. The Healing Process. Retina.

Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. An imperative vision of satisfaction. My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. I feel the numbness of an orgasm as I leave my entire body. Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy. Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. An imperative vision of satisfaction. My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. I feel the numbness of an orgasm as I leave my entire body. Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation. Turned into a powerless corpse, I succumb. My brain's mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running. Restrictions of flesh? A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma as I decline within this ideal trance. I can no longer feel pain. I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud. I'm not furious about what you've wrecked. In fact, I want to thank you, I want to love you. My blood flows. But at this instant, I'm not furious. No need to say a word. I leave with fervor covering my heart