Aware

Searching the night for the demons that ride in silent screams, Behind the veil of shadows full of several levels of images like dreams. Asleep in my wake, aware of what's inside my cerebellum cortex, Is another realm of deities that explode out this side of the vortex. A memory of deformities, twisted mind of the inner dementions, The cruel entities of mental torture with brutal malicious intentions. Created by mistake, this abominable side of hell, Leaving mortal fragments of delusions locked away in this shell. My way, my will, my black's blacker than the solitude of Shoel, Always, in all ways of manifestations in total f*cking control.