Is it built brick by brick in the distortion of my mind? Layered with indifference, marked by impulse, and sealed with love. A misinterpreted affection. A heart full of compassion but blackened at the core. Summoned to dig sharpened teeth into the hearts of man leaving nothing for the vultures but trails of blood.

Succumb to the universe’s delicate design. Grip tight the tarnished, double edged sword with overeager confidence. Warm crimson drips from impatient fingers to paint the ground. Crue...