Poignant Perceptions.

Each step taken in this life is but a new chapter in humanity's struggle to spite itself.

In an instant, a paradigm shift can usher chaos while simultaneously nurturing peace.

As cold steel tears through even colder flesh, a grim harbinger is made of one's humanity yielding to a nightmare from which few have emerged the same.

This nighmare is an unreal untruth, a tearful ode articulated through uncertain voices.

Hellish motions make tenuous an ostensibly strong bind, starving the soul and turning sanity into little more than a salient liability.

It is me and I am it.

I am it and it is me.

Born as one, burn as one.

Fail as one, fall as one.

Finality breeds a cruel future.