I stumbled through the summer haze and I came to a door haunted by a bittersweet smell. I saw the old man weeping into the hands of the mirror My organs hung like portraiture on the walls made of my skin and my blood. "What a dismal husk" cried the sky. The ceiling collapsed and i felt the gentle caress of pure destruction on my face.
Everything was happening so fast, that I was forced to ask 'Is any of this real or am I just living a series of eclectic dreams and nightmares?' Somebody tell me that this is real. Somebody tell me that I am. Somebody tell me that I exist. Tell me that I exist.