FilmVomit

Sadness and terror mixed with soot and urine, the last dregs of one’s humanity pierced into flesh with a guitar string and a wind-up razor. The echoes of pride are distilled, fermented and rotten, and fed to you in a metal bowl. And you believe that you have succeeded in surpassing your own worth, and you believe you have survived, but I still see the reflections of bars in your eyes. 

The Mark of Caïn