quinta-feira, 23 de abril de 2009
segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2009
But what am i?
I feel like a hungry beast outside in the woods, waiting for the time i'm gonna be forgiven, so i could come back home. But the sins are unbearable and i just don't want to come back. Besides, there's no home anymore. There's no quiet room for me. All i left behind was a dirty and dark basement where i used to hide my claws and my lies. I need to breath. I'm suffocating. The air is becoming rare. I cannot breath. Will you help me breath?
Unnamed fears appear and tear myself to pieces. There are two of us. And the other is even worse. We walk through the shadows like evil spirits, but we are not invisible or invincible. We are hungry beasts waiting to ambush our victims. We are filthy and cruel.