• Sleep crawling from the depths of my eye-lids, seemingly harmless and provoked conjures worlds unknown by civilization. Dragons and demons share my self as prey for their morbid game.

    And I'm found lost. Pray for the sorrow of the end of my life. It is the only valuable thing left to me and I'm all alone. What path to choose, which is the better of the few that are still within sight of my soul?


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    Needless to say what I want,
    yet what I want is to say less than what I need.

    So who's to say I'm right and you're wrong
    when we both know we're not who we say we are.