alone

What an age to be cloaked in the skin of the enemy... how deep loathing reeks in my ancestral lineage... if only I could be seen for how I feel internally... ah the bitter pings of isolation gnawing at fractured fibers of my fragmented mind. Without pause on repeat my subconscious sounds: "DREAMWEAVER DELIVER MY SOUL PLEASE” what am I begging for? To whom am I really pleading with? Whose voice is this that responds to my…