The quickening Is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise of
Hallucinations enter the shadows... Losing the mind. On this path to oblivion. So much time lost in chaos. As I descend. Succumbed to the unfathomable
these days go by like this feel so weak can't carry this burden that embodies me my thoughts are firm but my eyes can't see that the rope gets
: these days go by like this feel so weak can't carry this burden that embodies me my thoughts are firm but my eyes can't see that the rope