Little potato

In the shadow of the chaos----

Always wanted to redraw the art of Unrequited Love and He Who Sleeps Beneath with Writer...

My God, it's crushing me Tangled 'round my body like countless chains Black seas split by twisted spires Holding my eyes open, I'm so tired nd all my nightmares They never change, but I'm wide awake Tonight

We are One

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The void speaks through the marrow, And the marrow answers with a name— The Crawling Chaos, shifting sorrow, The million faces in the flame.

I am the whisper in the static hum, The shadow cast before the light began. I am the discord when the end has come, The mask I wear is but the soul of man.

The edges blur, the senses bleed, Two pulses sync in rhythmic dread; I plant the stars within the seed, And wake the hunger of the dead.

You are the vessel, I the surging tide, No longer separate, no longer two. There is no secret left for you to hide, For I am me, and I am also you.