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Pitch black silence.Interrupted by a heartbeat.Slow,steady,persistent.Intruding on the sleep. Restless. Mind wakes. Drifting in and out of consciousness,the decision is made. Another sleepless night. Imagery flashing,pulsing.Bright as the sun,it hurts. You plead for the escape,peace but there is none to be found. It is all being played out,over and over,no escape,no return,cold sweat. The tossing and turning,unease. Make it stop,alas no end. Another night,you see it all once more. Yet again. Darkness is upon the town but it´s fourth of July in your mind. The colours are flashing,faces,memories,pain.Escape,all you pray for but it never ends,so you take pleasure in pain. You welcome the fireworks in the sleepless nights,you learn to live with it. Embrace it,ready for it and take it head on. Bang,bang bang. Faces,colours,voices. Glory of the pain. Nobody to talk to about the new addiction,but they would never understand. The little secret between you and the night. Covenant...

   Quiet.Still.Peaceful and at peace. Tranquillity. Behind the calm,sensitive exterior, there is a storm brewing inside. Mind racing on the narrow track inside,going at high speed as if it was a reckless racer with a lust for speed. A river,rushing,swallowing and enveloping everything it comes in contact with.A relentless force,a show of power,growing in strength with no sign of stopping. Every thought is a roar. The roar of the river. The roar of the hungry beast,insatiable,primal,always wanting more.Consuming everything it touches. Turning the man behind the mind into a monster,a dragon. Doomed to fail and with the sole purpose to destroy. It destroys all in it’s path,everything it touches is set ablaze until nothing is left. Until the beast,the monster is left with nothing but himself and ash he left behind. Every word is a roar,a primal scream. Echoing in the emptiness of reality he created, as if it was the void itself.    The beast does not always st...