The Spirit Chokes - Wordclock

Personal occult music 
We all work in the dark to worship the light, things I thought, hear, see, smell & feel is but a construct of my mind and body I'm naither good or evil but somewhere inbetween following my own morals my code that we are all bound to by the law of the universe and I'm here to break my self free from it, deciphering the puzzle of life and death discovering its mysteries the people of earth are but undead to my eyes they are all lost into a loop of suffering and pleasure i seen what it done to me to my own psyche and actions others I knew became distant I don't even know who they are anymore, but I owned nothing to life maybe someone I know and miss I own my life to, life is but a play of the Gods and man with the beast...

The Spirit Chokes - Wordclock

The lone Outcast