Silk strings lacing throughout my mind Are the only remainders of the spider and its journey
Innocence shed in the bleak realization Of a night without end
Ritual of night, Submerge me in your flames, make Me a sacrifice
Within my mind, A dense shroud of fog Obscures an unthinkable reality
So, I recently bought a new chair for my bedroom. I got it with the intention that it would be good for gaming, but somehow, I don't think I'll be doing much sitting in it at all. I've only had the chair for a few days now, and in typical cat fashion, it's already been taken over.