I've been floating, suspended in space. Dying slowly, I watch as each new face goes on by until it disappears. Am I coming or going? I can barely decide. I'm the dark mater that surrounds mars, I've been sitting and clicking the chamber to my cannon for too long. I took aim and started shooting the stars from their holding places, one by one. Now they're falling and burning up in the atmosphere. No longer comprehensive, the stars have stopped running, slowly giving up. As their hearts slowly bleed out, my mind slowly rots away. The sharp pain in my head that I can no longer endure anymore is making me want to snap, and one day just like that, I'll have shot every star in the back. And with my hands I'll have bludgeoned every demon, I'll beat them until I can feel their skulls crack beneath my fists of darkness. I'll bring new meaning to the word "slaughter". Get ready for poetic destruction, my words will cut your from ear to ear. Causing a painful, uneasy, unwanted sick and twisted smile.because my tales come from under the bed of the dead.