Whispering a collage of cascading sentiments into the ear canals of this rotten skull.
I'M SCREAMING BUT I CANNOT HEAR MYSELF ABOVE THE VOICES!
I'm breathing in the shards of all my broken bones.
Feeling them rip open my throat with a barrage of slits and slashes.
I WANT TO BE. YET I CANNOT SEE.
He watches. He waits.
He knows everything we do and more.
To outsmart Him is to outsmart the very reality you live in.
Don't make my mistakes.
Don't follow down the road I carve.
It only leads to self destruction.
And into HIS OPEN ARMS.
