Topic: A Morose Display of Detachment - 18+

Vincent DeGray

Date: 2017-08-06 22:07 EST
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A leather-bound book, it's aura leaves an unsettling residue. The words on the front don't seem to belong to any known language in the textbooks, or known to human-kind. The elegant scrawl of penmanship is much the same, and the lines of the pages seem unable to be focused on. The words shift and slither like live snakes on the page, but never directly when looking at it, blurring at the edges like a camera out of focus.

Should one be able to translate them, the words seem detached from the author, written in third party.

Clips of this "Journal" is as follows (translated):

Vincent DeGray

Date: 2017-08-06 22:11 EST
"She was his heroine, disguised as ecstasy with the delusions of acid.
Bright and beautiful as she ate him and corroded him from the inside out.
He became addicted to her toxicity,
He craved her icy fingers coursing through his veins and crystallizing in his spine.
Blinded by the thrall of her influence, he believed he was invincible.
Little by little her poisons spread through him, a disease.
Weakened, sinewy, he crumbled under her compelling illusions of grandeur.
Plagued by her persuasions, he was consumed.
All of him, in the widow's web spun with fine silk and yellow hair,
Of entangled limbs and heaving breaths.

And so it left him, a husk."