The inkwell black obsidian lake in this tomb, absence of lightand I, the quill dipping ink before shadows fracture my wakecorrupting my mind's cathedralbuilt of pillars and insomniacs with an aftermath screaming insanity settling in a heavy shroudthe sun...

necromancer of filthreanimating the long deadcorrupt of visionshudder in understandingmy sexuality reaps your honestyyour need on the windsencite my lusts, they are of a wicked naturecunted truths for this culted groupieyou called the four corners and the woman of...

fear is its namedreaded unease is more than a feelingyou feel it deep within youyour stomach tightensand the dark enters ina sacred vow to be one of their legionin the darkness keep, mixing with the shadowsshowing no fear lest...

Tock tockHelloCan youCan youI want to hear about herCan you talk me about the moon?

Come closer,listen.I need you to hear this.The world is at war.I know it is so,because truth was the first to fall.Fact has become fiction,fiction turned to fact.Seeing is no longer believing,and truth no longer matters.Everything is fake,everything a conspiracy,everything...