IRC-Galleria

When I was a small boy at the age ten or so.... perhaps slightly more, my mind was screaming. Whenever I tried to go to sleep and closed my eyes, someone or someones started to scream in terror inside my head. This could go on for hours before I got any sleep. Thus, my sleep amounts were nowhere near what I would´ve needed. I can no longer remember when the screams stopped, but soon afterwards I started to see disturbing dreams. Of blood and death. Suicides, murders and violent spontaneus deaths. I still see them. And now the screams are returning. I don´t hear them often yet.... but I fear it won´t stay that way.

Stare into me through the windows my eyes create and see a world built only on agony, pain and suffering. And It´s trying break out of the prison of my mind.