NaRyZen

A mission to fight for a better tomorrow, without being sure if there will even be one.

Only die beside art.

No salvation but oblivion.

With my love dead and my heart empty, who will fill yours?

The future comes. All black.

No one is coming to pick you up. No one is coming to help you. It is a sad, little life you live, a miserable existence to bear, you, a synonym for pity.

Oh, have you always been so cold? What happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Did someone break you again? A shame it had to be this way.

And all there is left to feel is regret. The bile that corrodes the inside of your skull. Ashes to ashes, tears to tears.

There is a hundred and sixty two reasons not to care. A hundred and sixty three now.

You are running out of time, running out of miracles. Are you not?

It is just one more thing you're supposed to believe, come on, it will not hurt you.

You would not dare cross the threshold. There is nothing but a gaping void beyond.

You are only as free as you are strong.