Hive Mind: Born Monsters... I

Cold is the shadow of my inevitable monster,

     Daily skyline of guild forecast, Greatest memorable shiveringly honest guest never request wanted in my home, Wandered in one night in the darkest of dark... Planted a cursed flag in the heart where shame used to roam against the piercing violence of a hive insufficient hope society that's stapled it's intolerant syndrome within me!

In earnest anticipation of,
An unwounded tomorrow