While in the heat of a battle between sanity and insanity, I find myself once more questioning the reality which I live. Is this real or just the making of my minds stability? Either way, it is slowly decaying and slithering into oblivion's harvest. The reality which has set into view was that once of a child, but was it a child with an adults soul? One will never know but the walls are fading and the sky is cracked. We that live here live in the shade of red while our bodies can't quite accept the blends of natural life and blood color. The skin turns grey and slowly wrinkles to a prune. Worms do not live underground but in the sky. The birds lie dead on the dark soil as to give the maggots something to eat. The only clouds to serve as a disgrace to the Gods' atmosphere is that of a slow rolling over the mountains in the distance. This is the reality which I find complete. The chaos and dementia rolled into one and served cold. I am slowly loosing my mind. I am slowly loosing my thoughts. I am slowly loosing my language. There is only one religion. There is only one truth. Life.

Give me death.