Worthless Words.

Nihilistic nights

Breath of a savage beast minotaur of the labyrinth trussed up in shackles bound in silence suspended for a time?

Or maybe for eternity currently I have misplaced every shred of my placement of mind.

Like hibernation my current situation.

I yearn for more seductive locations.

Entertainment coated in crimson yet I remain complacent.

Rage of the aincents within me, and it takes all my strength to contain it.

Saw every circle their is where horror ends and begins.

So sin to me is my nature.

locked in the labyrinth.