The remains shall always be..
The faltering thoughts that follow..
Shame, grief, disbelief..
Power is what?
Power is why?
What is the reason for the crutial limitations?
Then unfounded boundiers beyond the open doors.
You walk to find more horric grim.
Somber it maybe to find in death
Until death took what was all that had been left..
Diar felt tip grips of pain beyond all comprehension.
We fall to pick up ourselves.... and do what?
Remain within the slumbering minds of grim, horror and pain.
Tick toc, as the clocks still goes....
But will you in the end of all what comes forth in your game?
Do you have what it takes to survive the deadliest plots none who exist today could last nor begin to understand?
Shifting inbetween the lines, outside to wander into danger...
Where does it all get you in the end?
Really want the answer.......?
Then search for it my friends and enemies alike.... before it hunts you down and destroys you first.
**I wrote this due to some status hanging over my head....
Yet I have found abit of relief, yet in my family lays... death...
So I found my middle, my elemental bounderies that are of dark and light.
No shed light upon the willingless, only the willingful to survive...
I hope I do.
This is NOT directed to anyone but myself.
I wrote this for anyone who can feel what I do and understand ..
I mean "truely" understand what is within my diabolical demise....
The madness raynes, the doors have opened.... out she comes
One amongst the rest, will remain the best.
