Is this place more then a dream.
More and more i think my mind is the world.
You tell me my thoughts.
Knowing my past but who are you.
Every day i talk to the same soul.
Your actions show your love of controll.powers of dark nature intertwine.my powers watching you die.
Arisen from the dead. axes slaying. heads being blisteringly bashed. blood kernling screams of hate.
Fucking explain who this cycle of life works.as far as i've saw it hasn't. lost and suicidal for years only to wake up to this spirit in millions of versions of flesh fucking with my head.
I long to cut open the flesh. smash skulls and dissect brains.i must know the truth. the truth on what's inside those ever changing designs of pigment.
