Nobody knows, the ultimate
Agonizing suffering
Abyssal is a black hole
Maybe I should of been more precise
The desolated flames of the amass
Not so extraordinaire but rather awry; me
Hell, is eternal
I am a horsemen, I am the green man
I am not contagious, but still, never touch me
Turn me into, Zorro
The death of me is the death of double, and all
It hurts, the most, in all the ways, in the worst
My compadre, my compadre; little Leroy
Seraphim, whomever it may be, I need you
Calypso, the treacherer
The abstract story, is reality
I am “Leech,” and I exist
The abyssal […]