voiddragon

Again I feel oblivion pulling me down. I just wanted to give in and end this tortured existence. But my pride will not allow me to go without a fight. So Claw and bite away almost free. Darker forces subdue me. So I let loose all of my fury. Leaving everything in ashes and destroy. Serveraled wounded I return to my lair. Wanting to be left to my own deceives. I feel as if I could sleep for a millennium. Knowing that the darkness of oblivion will come for me again. I prepare for war. The war within my mind wages itself. I know that my true enemy is not that one's that lurk outside of my lair. Its the demons in my mind playing tricks with my paranoia. Alone and Wounded I wait for my demise.

Forever Alone on this plane of existence and in my mind.

I wait for my demise.