Look Without Eyes And See Me For What I Am, A Monster Of A Man

Whispers in the darkness make a trail to the dead of endless torments, I forsake all and everything just to hear the words that never make sense, for I am more than you could ever think I would be, and as life slithers from your rotting corpse know that my hand may have held the blade that slit your dirty throat, but it was your disease that drove it there…

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