Realized under the sheets, we are the dreams of doubt in a lucid mind. In a cocoon of fear there is nothing left but to tremble and submit while all that could of been lies undiscovered without meaning. What's kept in conquers; what's kept out? And so, we'll be found dead behind locked doors with prayerless hands clutching useless keys forever.
Last night I watched a zombie movie... and thought of somebody. I have no fucking clue why, but I was like... "man... this is fucking sweeeeet!" K bye!