Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Death is but a word to descibe something that cannot be defined by words and you have given me a face nightmares are made of.

Perhaps you may wish to reconsider this... in truth I have no name, no form, no face. What I am is a state of being; unchained by realities set by the human mind. It is not I that haunts you in your dreams.. it is you.