Dark are the days in the place where i dwell, amongst past hates and long forgotten lusts, a place beyond time and space, where memories of long gone...
Insanity is, after all, ugly. Even when it wears a mask of beauty. Much like death, try as we might to make it appealing, is always hideous, madness...
Thinking to myself - "Why not?", i take a step back and leap off the cliff i have been standing on the edge of for the last several years, looking at...