Mythicallava

“A million faces, each a million lies for each and all a chrome disguise prompts for action, force reaction embody promise in a sheen so pure. Hurt, the measure of blind ambition, the testament to your singular disease. Against all wisdom you heed no warning, your desires giving you away. If I could change your mind, I wouldn’t save you from the path you wander. In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free.”