Death, the harbinger of chaos has claimed the life of my daughter. I feel tired again, all the trying has only lead to the demise of my time on this sick planet.

Linger i will, as i need. Control will never be regained in this library. Nestled in your memory is a dreamy, hazy forest of which you will never get back to. Hidden deep so below is a reminder of the remainder of your family that could not keep up. Within the folds you tear away at, there lies the final time you have talked to her.

Reborn i remain, through several eras of dark ages, there always seems to be another one to reap what i sowed. Fruitless and deep within the turmoil, i lie with my nose down in purgatorio. I will gain back what i've lost, defy all odds and walk away with what has been taken.

Delusion, Diluted, Withered and grinded on the stone i present. Sent back the remains to torture, ended dreams of what was to be.

I know what i've caused, im a proud individual with intensions of a hound. I know where they lie, where they talked, where the world heads to when i'm around, I know, im fully aware, remorseless. Where i see fit, where i sit, everyone scurries, and for thst i send my children of rot and infection.