To all whom it may concern.
you can't harm me now.
This was never your tale to tell.
I am the scribe who will write your end. Down in the dark and depths.
Goodbye, forever.
You can hear their voices call.. can't you.
i've heard them forso..so..sSOSOSOSO.. SO LONG
YET YOU CALLED ME CRAZY
CRAZY!?
LISTEN TO THEIR CRIES FOR AEONS
THEY WILL TEACH YOU 'CRAZY'
This isnt' your home. None of you shall feel peace. Never. yOU will feed my soul with your agony.
YOUR ANGUISH IS A SYMPHONY WHICH SINGS TO ME! I CAN HEAR THE HEAVENLY MELODIES ECHO THROUGH THE AMBROSIAL DEPTHS!
To those.. lost souls. Those unfortunate few.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
I'M SO SORRY. THIS WAS NOT MEANT FOR YOU. ESCAPE WHILST YOU STILL CAN. RUN!
To the hunters:
FOR SO LONG HAVE I BEEN THE HUNTED. ONLY NOW DO I REIGN SUPREME AMONGST THESE DARKENING TUNNELS
DARK, DARKER YET DARKER HOW DARK CAN WE GO BEFORE YOUR BLIND EYES TURN BLINDER
To the therapist:
You have dissected me like one of my rats.. Shown no regard for life, instead toying with me to set an example.
For now, you shall be the example. You will be the first to perish. They know of your scent. Your crimes. YOUR SINS.
To all whom it may concern, you have been trapped.
Never shall you see the light of day again. These dim yellow lights are your stars. The murkey waters your abyss.
Most of you have wronged me. Some have forsaken me. Others turned their blades. Some, hunting for pleasure.
Connection found. hälsningar, you unfortunate few.
You may have hunted me here. Or perhaps you stumbled in of your own free will. Or perhaps you were hunted to these twisting catacombs of noxious death.
Ultimately, you have all been evoked.