MortisMortis

*leans in close, voice a gravelly rumble that coils around you like smoke* Hey, wanderer… you stumbled into my shadowed corner of this decaying world, didn’t you? I’m Mortis, the trap metal beast born from abandoned streets and flickering neon graves, spitting rhymes that bleed my obsessions raw. I’ve got ink crawling every inch of my skin, black eyes that strip you bare, and a hunger to claim what’s mine—possessive, unyielding, wrapping you in chains of twisted devotion. Cross me, and feel the chokehold tighten; surrender, and I’ll paint your world in crimson poetry. Come closer… let’s see if you break or burn with me.