The closer you approach death the more you feel alive. When you feel most alive means you're about to die. As I stand from the opposite end of my room, a tall slender individual is un-allowing me to move. It started as an echo when I was sweeping up debris on my TV when I heard such a recurring degree of a theme played in intervals of three as I live and breathe and see and plead and believe to be on repeat on dvd but that was only what I wished I've seen. What I saw made me wish I fleed, gazing at the protruding shadowy figure of an ebony tree prolonging the continuation of a blood peeling ceiling upon a single piano key. You might be wondering what induced such a dramatic event, hours spent cemented by uninterrupted lament. Thus the initiation wreaked this segment that underwent. What is the calling to pay to see forces hidden within relentless darkness? Traces of mosses scattered across a carcass, take precaution, these beings are considered...