Zisis Zikos

New time essence of beauty birthed through the charcol of flesh, moving leather burning eyes gaze upon me through a tarnished resigned secret, faint and blurred beyond distinction,

The sun washes and bathes, no pain, sorrow, tarnishes me, no hurt. The whimsicalness of the olive branch grasps my hand, my olive skin, matching with the complexion, the shade of the trees adorns me, tarnished resigned secrets, faint and blurred beyond distinction.

The constant layering of the same image in a repetitive motion, suffocating the ideas. Desecrating my face is a constant battle between self obsession and the desire to cover myself with another's character, how intriguingly delightful of me, self preservation of a digital tapestry.


Z: Passes of the cross, you passed up being on the cross for me,
Z: If you were here yesterday I would have been a dog.


Why subject another soul to the soulless.