God itself, for him has always been. A stupid, grotesque person worthless to believe in. With the help of his sick morbidous studies. He denied god's existence with demented theories.
Man's sanity has not provided. For an imminent derangement. Life won't be able to handle. The psychological sickness. . Encephalitis' treatments are unknown.
Will I die or survive. From this hell made of ice?. It's up to this mountain to decide. What will happen to my life. . The more I climb. The freezing ice.
I've been lost in a jungle. For an hour and fifteen days. Hopelessly searching for exits. In this lethal maze. . Footsteps I have taken. Each one driving me insane.
Since the earth was devestated. I alone, got isolated. Where daylight can't penetrate. Trapped beneath remains, I wait. . Crawling survivors. Are screaming for life on their knees.
In the tombs of pain and innocence. Forever were buried. Souls of those who've never asked to be. Scornfully immolated. . The art of transplantation. Has saved a lot of lives.
Normal Children's birth, some could be painful at times. As the newborn rise, slowly all the pain will die. While life grows inside, joy and fear dwells in my mind.
Suddenly facial remains everywhere. Perpetual disfigurement that I'll have to bear. . My hideous infirmity. Brings disgust to their faces. Destined to have a mask.
The liquid of life. That is captive under your skin. Is deeply Infected. And slowly perishes from within. . You're looking at your body. Your skin turns to a morbid color.
When we left the shore. It was a sunny day. Far from the small and quiet bay. . Lightning struck the sky. Asleep, we were sailing away. I woke up and realized.
Deep inside. Beyond all conceptions. Unconsciousness hides. A comatose existence. . As your mind falls asleep. A second life is awakening. Far beyond imagination.
Have you ever thought. Where your soul will be. When you'll lie to rot. Die physically. . Being so fascinated. By those mysteries. I've began some weird.
Back in the fourteenth century. When the world was plagued by horrid diseases. Discovered lifeless bodies were buried. . Knowing very little about true symptoms of death.
The bright light of day. You'll no longer see. In a blind dimension. Henceforward you'll be. . A burying in darkness, you will have to bear. Deep, you're drowned, in this optical nightmare.
While I'm waiting. The rotting process consumes my life. Excruciating suffering. That none can identify. . Agonizing game. Drugs can't numb the pain. Death would be for me.
A way to travel. Discover and explore. Through man's anterior lives. To learn unspokenlores. Regression of the mind. Can't make it possible. To bring back existence.