Tinted only a shade from black,
I can see, my deamons live here,
They know, they touch and feel- ultimately they control.
Helpless,
Worthless,
They control.
Why i let this happen i don’t know.
Listless, no direction, not sociable – what’s the point i’m already out of touch.
Fuck it lets loose the rest of this light. I don’t want to see anymore let me embrce this
My dark velvet whore. We will be one again. the amoral fusion of a dark soul and a beautifull brain
It will be here, it will be done. The darkness builds as it flows clinging to our very nature as if it were our clothes.
Amen.