He stares with his perverted eyes into the window of his prey. Sweat emits from his pours, while languishing in the overheated atmosphere. The crimson shadows of his past slice through his mind due to the fact that he cannot cross that indelible line. He wonders what awaits beyond the door. Is it a jungle of madness, where the shadows of the night will feed on ones sadness or is it a jump into a dream world where one gets poured upon with the spirit of meekness and love?Birth sign: Scorpio
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