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Sometimes I awaken with a shard of glass in my hand. Sometimes there's a picture of their carpenter on it ...and sometimes it's lodged into someone's throat. "But you were never right", I said. Given enough time, I could recreate the universe using nothing but your facial expressions. "You were never right", she replied "but being wrong just the right number of times amounts to the same thing". I would touch you if I could. The absurdity of the act could nourish me for centuries. "You have the eighth day", she smiled precariously "I did promise you that"               

I caught myself! Ugh! The fool was unprepared... chasing his own tale... But I need the mirror to stop. How dare it frame me when I dare to grow!? Oh... I can't have a complete... They're roiling beneath my thoughts (are) a boiling coiling of serpents! I need it to stop. Yet it will knot? But not for naught! Then the ecstasy of a slice? When. The knot's undone the mirror. Shatters. ... Alexander did it. ... And the fairies were all there.

I am... ...Gazing at sun as it loses the light, ...opposing the darkness that settles in... ...facing a loss i never stood a chance to fight, ...desperately looking for hope within... ...Afraid to face another day, ...dreaming of nothing but The End, having no words left to say... ...losing the touch with the place where i stand... ...Not able to have thoughts of forgiveness, ...feeling nothing... but emptyness... ...Losing memories of things i've had, ...forgeting the way of life i've led... For bright tomorrow every night i pray, but still i can feel- ...i'm fading away...

Unbound I walk in cold winter's night, among graves wrapped in misty veil, to a dear tomb bathed in crimson light, that holds dead beauty of your face so pale. Your open grave roars at my life outworn, in the last prayer to your Lilithian soul, as your slave again to have me reborn, by your side eternally to let me crawl. Killing you, I thought, would set me free, but I'm full of this freedom, sick of  this bliss! On this side of your grave, I must not be, please, end it all with a deep, vulture's kiss... I offer my throat for a nocturnal feast in desperate tries my sin to redeem, by invoking your primal, carnivore bea

I have had a boundless dream... I was standing on a rock, all gloom and grim, when I heard the call of beast within my spoiled soul thirsty for sin... Quickly I found my helpless prey, overwhelmed by wish their blood to spill, to God I was thankful on that day, for this could quench my need to kill. With wrath of fiend, infernal ferocity, I fed on their fear as I drank their blood! For the unholy pleasure of this atrocity, I simply left them, lying in mud... I walked up the path in my boundless dream, by some dark and misty stream... Pleasant thoughts were in my mind of rivers of blood I've left behind... Proud I felt for I've done that d