Not every confession is made before a judge. Some are written down instead.

Marco writes because memories are louder than silence.

He writes of dreams that smell of blood, of a love disguised as obsession, of God, the Devil, madness, and a voice that keeps calling his name long after everything else has fallen silent.

Through poems, confessions, and fragments of a diary, Marco's Diary takes the reader into the most dangerous place imaginable: the mind of someone who can no longer tell the difference between what is real and what they wish they could forget.

Every page is a wound.

Every poem is a confession.

Every word could be a lie, or perhaps only a fading memory.