There’s nothing more reminiscent of the evil one feels, as
the cold chills that work their way down your spine, are that of memories from
the silence within. Echoes of time past rush throughout your mindset, leaving
the impressions of a dark desolate place, a place where nothing moves, nothing
ever moves. The loneliness, which it creates, plunges deeper into a satire of
horrific indulgence that seemingly tortures every thought you try to possess.
It becomes hard to fathom any fiber of your being whatsoever, as your soul is
slowly being devoured by the unknown. This is only the beginning of an end,
something no human could ever imagine possible, but is possible. It waits
patiently, lurking in the distance with the distain of ill intent, watching,
hungry for the next victim it seeks.
Parasylum ll - The Unleashed
Coming 2013!
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Robbie Thomas/Robbie
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