• Oh that fimaller pain in my head pounding like a steel hammer on a wax drum
    bluring my vision breaking my body and confining my sole in a deep, dark, and dank coner of my self. i can hear the all to fimaliar cries and see all the dark spots in the world were the evil lurks. like a bestly, ugly, dark as sin hellis hound staring at me with thoes small red eyes, looking as if getting ready to devoure me. i fell not fear but rage at this creature, as we dance around each outhers sides looking to strike. i can feel the cold air rushing in my lungs as my body emits heat that could scourch walls, here on my hands and knees staring at darkness and red eyes, feeling the burning of my blood as it rushes thru my viens. i can hear my muscles like leather moving in me. i only now relize with the glass around me as i lay on the gound with it cutting into my face... i was looking in a mirror