FEAR iS ThE KEY

The memories linger inside like a festering sore - the burning fear takes hold and then there is darkness.
The answer is the question.

KiLLiNG CAN BE CHiLLiNG.

THE WAY OF THE eye: i am the frost biting at your soul.

Eye am in a ZERÖ world
Within the void of despair and fear.

The death cry mounts
and the disgust eye feel for my FLESh is depressing.

And it shall rule you!
There is NO escape from the contempt
YOU have for yourself.