Thread: Introduction

It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain
Pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind
This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead
Until the day joins them

I don't know weather I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering
How can you tell what's a dream and what's real
When you can't even tell when your awake and when your asleep
Where am I?

Glistening fangs and gleaming claws,
Teeth that pierce and jaws like saws,
Its blood red eyes that pierce the moon,
My fate is awaiting it will be here soon.