Sanoja: In Cold Blood. Hell On Earth. Bleak Existence.

This driving pain is this for real? Take me away I can't stand to feel that potent touch, was it too much? My pain and glory arise from my gut. Blackened skies always to my horizon. Can't hear the cries I'm still denying. Lies penetrate deep in my head. Strain of this world warps my vision ahead. Blankly I stare back in my past. How long will this pain fucking last? I can see the future back in my past. Toleration