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A grisly end is met at the hand of these mushrooms. Alluring to the eye and deadly to the heart.

All your worst fears rolled into one. Awaiting the darkness.

All eyes on you. No where to run to where to hide. You can escape the watchful eye.

A twisted look on human anatomy. Flesh tripped away revealing beauty.

Seeing the destruction of the world was too much for her as she exhaled the toxic fumes of devastation.

The world creates its own toxins while awaiting the end.

The winds strips everything a way until we are bare revealed to its glory. Not even our flesh remains.

We control the thoughts. We control the actions. We control you.

The blissful touch of eternity. Watching the clock strike away at the years. This is the end. The hallway ends here. No more walking.

Just a picture of me the freak behind the canvases.

Self titled Rigormortist logo.

We see what you thinking. We watch what you do. Your never safe from us. We are you.

She stares in the void we have created and weeps the blood of the innocent. Her thoughts full of the destruction this world has brought on itself. We and to blame. She exhales the toxicity.

Anything is possible when you rest your head on your pillow of dreams. Take you to a fairytale world. Anything goes as you drift off to sleep to a world of your own.

The toxic sky kisses her face as the wind blows away her essence. Do we see the way she does. Blind to the face of death. Her body breaks away with each step she endures.

Without the sound of screams. Without the sound of laughter. She lay here at the floor. Never feel anymore. The dark consumes her light. The death has taken flight.

Staring into the eyes of destiny. We see what we want to see. What atones to you and ravages your mind until your inner desire comes fourth.

Feeling the urge to lift off the ground as you soar into the sky. Forget all your troubles forget all your worries just swing life away.