There are nightmares that materialize from the twisted hearts of ill minds who cast shadows to blind the intentions only an innocent would find. It’s the dreamer of horrors who lead secret lives that thrive on demise as they indulge in cruel fantasies, telling lies with dead eyes. They learned the art of impersonation to feign trust in their conversations; its a simple accommodation to hide a malicious sensation. There are no seams to be seen in the mask they constructed which close ones have trusted from a facade of loving years seemingly far from corrupted. Dying with dark secrets or leaving trauma behind, they will always leave pieces for kindred spirits to bind as they continue a legacy with evil defined.

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