Pandemonium... an utterly lawless, riotous place or assemblage... a place where demons, and evil spirits reside. A place inside my head... a place, where all is infallible. A place where candyland kisses, and impromptu dreams of marshmallow men, dancing in feather dresses, is all controlled by the happenings of Pandoras Box. You see, your sanctuary... is not a safe haven... and it is not imaginary.
Pandemonium is my reality... what would you do if you couldn't find yourself? Let the world know you as you are, not as THEY think you should be, because all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. Just remember, you have to have a darkness for the dawn to come, and ...
nothing makes us so lonely... as our own secrets...
Do not ask which creature screams in the night, do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, and my body that crouches in the shadow.
I am The Fallen Angel and you are the puppet that dances to my tune. I am the manipulation that your lives so badly yearn for, believe in me, as I am not who you think I am. The wheel of time turns, and ages come and pass leaving memories that become legend, then fade to myth, and are long forgotten when that age comes again.
I know who I am, and who I may be, if I choose. People who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those who are doing it. Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we can see ourselves as we really are. Adversity has been the story of my life. I have had to overcome obstacles, time and time again.
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