The king, the devil and the psychopath. 

They drive me to their royalness of dirt, their black fire of hell, their asylum of absolute madness.

But I love being there.
Away from the world, to the places where nobody would go. In this world I am the king, the devil and the psychopath.

Every fall needs a rise.
And the rise is coming.
I don't write, I go, I run.
To my throne, my hell, my asylum.

Wanna see it. Then read it.
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