Tuesday, December 15, 2009

SerCao

Shouldn't have to wake up in the morning into a meat filled mask, loathing in our self tolerance. Born into a lie, were doomed from the start. It's no wonder the children of this age are all insane. Killers with knives, and babies who never stop crying, put the two together its just a matter of time. The essence of frugality fertility and surmountable sanity. Just like the flame on your mothers last birthday, all is lost. More important than you or me is the idea of what we were to be, and this my friends is how to survive, the death of you, and the death of EYE. For too soon the fog will roll, monsters will howl over corpses unknown, the world will eat its own kin alive, and the skin will scream over dreams coated in black leather. The pain extreme, the reward, a world, the horror, the torment, the eyes, of a lover, all that ever mattered, was one moment, i spent with you.

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