A D D I C T

Life

Permanent high.
Every challenge in turn gives you a derailed hallucination.
Tripping on mental and spiritual sedatives, numbing down all your demons, that blind the eye that gives experience a virtual reality of essential needs.


Untangling the chains that bind down men who think that all that shine is gold or diamond. Men who crowned themselves king with the crown he embroidered with the sharp syllable of his name that was baptized in a pool of judgement, label and conformity by the high court of the congenital society that have disarmed his soul sitter.

Seeking for a home and just in Voided, Cold, Lifeless crowds.
All in the name sake of wanting to belong, belonging to a being that serves no significance. Unable to endure his true form, how would he be able to incline with the divinity of being?