About 3 hours, did it last night. You ever wonder how your subconcious constantly fights against your past demons as you dream? When you wake up, light fills the room and you're so glad that they are in the past and you know it's always just a dream. But sometimes the demons just keep climbing back up, ripping their long teeth and claws into you and your spirit and takes you over.
And no matter how hard you fight against them, they just won't die. They laugh until you give up on them. Frightning thought, isn't it?

I was looking for some weird and kind of twisted perspective on this, but not in a drastic way. The feeling of despair and strange atmoshpere like looking through some lens that's too odd to describe...

thanks for looking and c&c are most appreciated