And in the seas of a sorbid mind lies the true fantasy of what you can find. Look upon these stellar sores and weep for their bitter lies. See what has never been spoken and know what was never believed. Gods die, and falsehoods are born, we are but ants before the rainstorm, we are not innocent.

We walk the paths of our lives one shadow behind the next. Never knowing what truly awaits our stalwart trek toward destiny till we arrive. We whisper softly to eachother when we lay in bed at night, little nothings that speak of happiness we'll never truly understand.

Pain, love, trust, all illusions we conceal ourselves within. There is no truth. There are no lies. For we do not comprehend the distinction between the two. We see one as the other, and the other as one. We see them as seperate, yet use them jointly. We are corruption. We are... The Other Mind