1:02 p.m. - 2007-07-26
Scream
Sirens scream, hold the spear, who has died tonight? Walls dark, clensing forth, getting closer, sealing filth. Press the screen, lock it in, who ever thought I would fade like this? Louder sounds braking wrist, masochist can not resist. Anarchist narciscist, chaos locked within.

Rip through the metal, melt the steel, find another room hidden. Back and forth, runing between cells, finding nothing but the same.

The sirens raise their howl, or are they banshees? The scream beckons the end.