Someone must have peeled My skin off. Everything is Magnified ten fold.
Waves covered his dark Hair, and down he sank, in the Depths he found his home.
My desire for Touch and musical voices Cost me smell and taste
My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our
Wisdom distilled as Data, shot backward in time, Pentagrammaton
Serene, twisted smile The fiend beckons me, hints of Mercy, dagger sharp