argo

Ah once again my mind succomes to the bloodlust of my torment. The knots in my psyche is slowly tearing the control from my hands. The rage builds so fast, the damage is done before a counteraction can be taken.The focus is back. The unending tunnel of darkness that filters every pixel of light from my heart. I can smell the pain, I want to inflict. Taste the blood of my victim, yet have not made the kill.