I've sealed myself here in a labyrinth of stacked boxes and unnamed octavo. Which ones do I discard? Which ones do I burn? The only way to know is to study everything. What is of use to me? What can I dispose of? I've got plenty of time, locked in this delicate box of skin. Better start organizing. Take what you need and bury it. What you want can be burned. Incinerated. With clear perception, move on. Exiled. Cast unto the darkened shore. Reclaimed by lust and hope for something time can never take. A mind of gems guarded by worms. Pull them out. Gripping tentacles latch onto your intent. Never giving remorse for where you went. "We are the searing pain. We are the weight. We are the creatures driving your hate. We eat your pride. Consume your flesh. Lay eggs of sorrow. Your brain they will stretch." Dislodged. Torn from within. Removed. Excavated. Seeping. No more pressure. Relief. Time to move on. Behold. A hidden master. Revealed in a ghastly manner. As I traverse my psyche I am reminded why I don't reside here. Terror walls and Ghastly butlers of old. I must escape and reform my animus. As I seek my solution I am disconnected. I've locked myself here. In a maze of mind terrors and unseen corridors. Where do I turn now. When will I die. Blackened flesh. Seared by light unknown. Blistering scalp void of crown. Cleansed in solar showers only to scurry back to the darkness. I feel strong here. My withered flesh doesn't effect my god brain. This vessel only holds me back. Tear it off. Abandon this flesh and ascend.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
