• What is this crismon liquid that races to the floor? What is this dark figure that crowds my mind and holds me hostage? What is this cold icy feeling that surrounds my heart? I am a bound warrior who's chains of lies and deciet bind me to a chair of hate and thievery. That shadow that surrounds me are of the people who ever hurt me. That crismon liquid is the blood of an unfeeling person. That dark figure in my mind is the doubt and misery I have faced every day of my life...You may not understand these feelings, you may not know how this pain feels...Understand though that I am a warrior who will stop at nothing to unbind myself and free myself from LIES, HATE, and DOUBT...