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Apr 2016
It is feeding.
Memories. Flashbacks.
You are drowning.
Sweet, black impurity.
You are drifting.
The world is evolving.
Time stops.
It is feeding.
Darkness consumes.
"When darkness seeps in and blankets your mind in the cruelty of blackness, the one thing your mind rests at is the kindness of death accepting your pain as it devours what is left of your pitiful soul."

Did you know? Original title was "Insanity". I almost always decide on titles after writing.
Dracol Noir
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Dracol Noir  in another realm.
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