Captain's log 01001011110000101010101010.105

I think,....
I talk too much and people just want me to shut up, or so they should. They don't know what I'm thinking when I look into there eyes and see their pupils contract as they focus on my every word....
My silence is fear, fear of the darkness surrounding a blank white canvas on cold motionless night.
I wait for time to take me away into its ever moving arms, grasping with its talon hooked claws, eating at my flesh.
Oh' you wont see my decay on the surface, but beneath the skin... is a dark place.... of pulsating pestilence... The demon inside my bones waiting to escape is prison of tendon and flesh.

Awaken by time and age the Lich in me will form again.


The rambling from the frind inside my head. His nams Ben too.