Welcome to the story of my life. Shit flows from every corridor. This is the hell hole I live in. The darkness I fell into seemingless ends. The mind bends around every corner I find. And even now the constant controling nature of my nefarious complexity comes baring down onto my shoulders like the passionate dagger in heart. The knife sinks in and soon I feel the blood soak into my shirt and move along my chest. I notice not what I have had found but only to see and feel that the penetration has never been slone upon my bossom. The blood was not really real. so was it in my head or just a sign. I certainly couldn't have imagined such intensity so it must have been a sign. But of what? Possibly my imminant self destruction of my heartless concepts. Hmmm... What a insignificant possiblity. SHIT