unlocking the fear in which bestowed you, you wish to turn back to cluelessness you once knew, the ideal of life and death seems to rot your body to the core, pulling back the reality of your situation; youre not truly dead. youre not alive, but youre not dead, in this parallel, you frel numb, your chest tightens and you breathe quick, they feelings all so known to me, you wish to die, but do you now truly know death? might you be consumed by hell on earth of immortality, or a quick fade to white, the choice, illgotten, but up to you.

fückwad: holy shit dud there was this huge ass lizard in the front of the parking lot i just walked through