It itches, it seethes, it festers and breathes. My heros are dead, they died in my head. Thin out the herd, squeeze out the pain. Something inside me has opened up again....I've been looking in the mirror for so long. That I've come to believe my soul is on the other side. All the little pieces falling, shatter. Shards of me, too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces. If I try to touch her, and I bleed, I bleed, and I breathe, I breathe no more.

The Inauguration of the Humanity

Mate . Feed . Kill . Repeat