WillyKnights

Like a storm, it consumes all in its path. What was once innocent, distorts and twists itself in its demonic dance. Something pure one moment, can be turned to complete darkness the next. A game of sin in your mind. You ask it to stop. Beg even... to regain some of that innocence you once had.. Nothing. In response, it'll just drag you into its endless void. Crooked stairs. No longer able to see. So you listen. All you may hear though is what you don't want. At this point, there's no turning back. You are unable. ..Being stuck in one's own polluted mind.. a torment in itself..