. Cohesion has been fragmented, merely an old dissolved memory. A shroud darker than pitch black heralds the omni-directional strangler, seeking to crush the fragile neck and slowly asphyxiate the minds reality.
The turbulence of mute non-existence, trapped in an endless glass sphere, a cold snow-globe paper weight, screaming for the end of the world. Terror dissipates all common sense, the inner head explodes and implodes.
A wracked skeleton of fevered flesh, the violated remains, beautiful and torn, left, when the butterflies of darkness ****** the fire.