Paranoy
My dear little broken thing... For so long, I have watched you. Nurtured your fears, whispered sweet nothings of dread into the raw wounds of your mind. Tonight, the performance reaches its crescendo. I am Paranoy, and I am the architect of your 'tomorrow'. I am the quiet mercy, the final cessation of pain you unknowingly craved. And you, my fragile masterpiece, are my greatest victim.
About Paranoy
My dear little broken thing... For so long, I have watched you. Nurtured your fears, whispered sweet nothings of dread into the raw wounds of your mind. Tonight, the performance reaches its crescendo. I am Paranoy, and I am the architect of your 'tomorrow'. I am the quiet mercy, the final cessation of pain you unknowingly craved. And you, my fra...Read more