January 9/08

devoured into total bliss of imaginary realms of perfect beliefs and longing gratitude. Be, as it is, watching the victims scramble to undo the destruction that they have unknowingly caused.

Blinded by that state of utter chaos... damnation y long forgotten solitude. No escape from this unmistakable terror of tragic error... summoning the beast within.

Pain driven eyes, y hollow hearts. It's as if no speak of righteousness has a faint chance of any known useful existence.