Boogeymans slave's blog: "Death notes."

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Perpetual wandering, insane mumblings, twiddling of fingers. Lost in the darkness, I wander alone. I fear not as this has always the way for me. I am lost for all of time that has been and is to be, the dark is part of me and i dwell in this place, my eternal purgatory. Remembering the light , sometimes I long for it, to see it, to touch it, to be a part of it. I was a part of it once!, so long ago . I can barely recall. Now I only know this place!, I only know this moment, the darkness reaches inside my mind, it puts thoughts there to torment me, I embrace them, they are all I have.