Of madness...
No grave, no bones. Claws of time tear me apart. Arise! Arise! Reach the sky from the soil where you lie! Unstable...The consciousness is torn apart! It flies on the wings of the wind like weightless ash, and then dissolves into oblivion.
Of terror
Death is but a dance with the spirit on the bones. The intertwining of fates and bodies with the soul. In the depths of madness I have seen something. Death my friend, and sleep are like twins. Shapeless fears born when the mind has no power of the consciousness, merged by the will of Mortis. The Lady of Death brings forth the manifestation of the greatest fear of all living things. A horseman of terror. The decayed wings of his steed silently cleave the air tin the night and a grinning severed head gazes from the depths of his black and empty eye sockets.
Of anguish
Watching the sand in this hourglass flow, I can forget about my pain, about my lost life and about the happiness that will never return. Power over life and death. Each grain of sand, a moment. Each grain of sand a lifetime. It is possible to pour all our pain over at once, but hard times will bring everything back in order.
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