Peanut butter sandwiches and orange juice smoothies, the smell of fresh-cut grass, blue skies and the warmth of the sun, self-sacrificing bastards living life for too long, drowning beneath the waves of unimportance, clutching wildly at whatever moves on the other side, wanting, needed, desperately seeking something, justice, damnation, self-gratification, let the carnage begin as I reshape the world in my image, through my eyes, by my hand, with my voice, this world will be a new kind of hell, gone will be the light, dead will be the grass, rotting food, putrid milk, a world without forgiveness, my blade soaked in the blood of all, for the queen will soon be silenced as the princess makes her move..
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
