The diseased and the poisoned

These pages have become a mass grave for thought and reason. This hellish maze inside my mind, a vortex for the diseased and the poisoned. Now I find myself staring at two empty hands and I'll give...

The fears of my past are more than real. No script will offer comfort. All I have is the eyes of my nightmares. The beginning of the end is upon me. This is the nature of depravity. Only faceless...