Synthetic Archetype by SolaceinSubconscious
Shuttered vision works like a veil of the spores pulling inward. Simplicity, an archetype mind remains food for an ever hungering mechanism. My heart pumps air as my skin is painted red. Take me from this world, leaving only hollow dreams and ash.
Yowch, painful. I suppose once it's over, you can't feel or anything anyways! o.o
Oh, Solace, you've just drawn me