“Silence shudders and dies. Music fills my ears. My own creation. My own twisted beast. I form it from nothing but my own pain and torture. Dark, pulsing notes. Lashing chords. A song that’s all about bleeding and destruction. It twines with my heart and gives me energy when I had none before. I play until my fingers start throbbing. Then I stop. Spent.”
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