Welcome to the subliminal; the rock bottom of our understanding. When I look around me, and just the sight of all this blackness, death, and betrayal is suffocating, I start to wonder how much longer do you think we have in this world? So many minds are turning to the futile contemplation of lands lost and fragments of time that slip through our fingers like shards of glass, drawing long, thin wounds as they exit our fragile and hopeless grasp. The best of it yet is that most people wake up thinking 'Today is a good day.' ...fucking hypocrites.

It's the taste of it all that gets me the most.

Two minutes too late for this and that, and the flavour is reminiscent of a crisp new razor blade run straight across the tongue. A mouthful of steel, blood, and vitriol; our reward for attempting to kiss the heavens.

But it all goes away in the end. I mean, everything has to go somewhere, right? Even our very breath.

//End Session.