Me, Myself & My Paranoia

My Paranoia
These are not words, these are my premonitions, these are my tragedies. 

They are meant to to be offensive and deliberate attempts to please the demons who possess me. 
For the rest of you, who are not bound by the chains of society, whose soul breaths free air, will find then amusing if not narcissistic.

For the few words that see light, its hard to portray the meaning of life in words, whose life is bound by the imitations of sounds. 
Nor the journey of the mighty who were born to rise from the dark night nearing its destiny. 
An age of ignorance & isolation fights for its survival and the dream of salvation.


Like that was ever gonna happen!