EliKai

Wild eyes, left astray, absent within their own dismisal. Grips of sanity, lucid pain, unheard to the negligent victim. Locked on vanished, past events, that stumble into relapse. When all is done and all is good, we are hit by fatal traps. Savage and brute, untamed upon touch, sold on feud and vendetta. Vein and bent, stares in the mirror, but who looks back is fiercer.