Different levels, entrance to exist. Chaos is a matter of perception and persist…

A shifted moment of focus in the stars is changing the world; subtitle me Mars. Yet, I'm more terrified by this blank beneath my skin. The darkness that creeps along my grin. Consumed with rage, consumed by hell. The little starry scars that try to erase me, within my rotten shell...

Behind those clouds is where I’ll be, when dead worlds come to eat the seas...

The Devil’s door

is opening…

-HMG