When the sun diesWhile I was cleaning the toilet dirty piss,has come to meprofound enlightenment.The sunlight and the daily affairsthose important for my father,bore me to death.In the darkness I find myself.In the darkness revived my spirit. I'm not an evil genius,I didn't sell my soul to the devil,I don't do the last part of the satanic cult time.I'm just fascinated by Evil.Like all human beings.I am not speaking of monsters and demons,you are well awarethat's stuff for kids.I speak of mental cleansing breath of darknessseen as blackdarknight.A warm and enveloping embrace.Our inexpressible charm stems from our fake go
The end of liesAn army of shadowscomes to meet mepiercing my body,ripping off my memory.Drain in a dark passagethe most intimate part of myself.Cold and ice are their stepsI hear their marchingcome to meI look at my handsI see pieces of past lives of othersI see my past does not existScent of life already dead..dried on your bodyScent of blood.Taste of death.Take a deep breath in the rancid smell of life.
you warmth will triumpH at the end:-D
What a pic! love this.