| Social Decay |
[Track 2 - Stories Die]
A young man once wrote a story, a novel if you will.
This novel held a horrible tragedy, horror and violence.
It was a story so terrible, so long and explicitly detailed,
that whenever he laid eyes on that terrible book,
he was reminded of his madness that spawned
from the creating process of his writing.
Now, he lives his tale—
he is the main character, he is his own narrator,
he experiences that which only the truly mad should.
He would scream and cry and laugh at his misfortune,
pushing everyone away and then drawing them close.
He was a killer, a madman living in the gruesome,
unfortunate story that he himself created.
He wrote this book about his life.
—Kaisei Kaoru
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[Wow. Totally forgot about this. How long has it been? Two Years? I missed this place. Good times...]
