Old demons meeting the new.

I have been at a loss for words. My mind is unable to function let alone piece together anything coherent and useful. It craves that sweet, powdered sugar that tingles my brain and builds this beast inside of me. Domination is the beast's intentions. Vile is the beast's vocabulary. Destruction is the beast's trail. I'll waste my body, beast, but spare me my mind.. I wallow in the filth and comfort within my skull. Let me keep my imagination and dreams.