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Enter dear guests, to the mind of the corroding soul. An endless cache of careless contemplations, ment to pick at the minds of its viewers, like a crow picks at the flesh of a rotting corpse left for all to see. Watch as this one's sanity fades away, like a memory, lost in the confinds of my dark soul & tainted mind. Bare witness to my silent suffering, as my muffled screams of mercy, fail to reach the ears of the saviors. And then view the loss of innocence, care, remorse, purpose, & then sanity. Stare unto me, as your glances tear through my body & soul, leaving me, a bloody victim of society, peering into the nothinigness of the abyss.
Enter dear guests, to the spectacle of my suffering, & fates cruel sence of humor.
 Deadman X · Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 05:38am · 1 Comments |
