COPYRIGHT: A DESCENT INTO CHAOS

It starts slow, a murmur in your ear. This ain't junk, this is different. It's a rush like you never imagined. But that feeling? That fleeting bliss? It's a trap, a siren song leading you to a cliff. Each hit pushes you into the void. Your body, it craves the fire, twisting your mind and breaking your soul. Love fades to dust Jobs are lost Skin