Member Blog Post
Their screams are my catharsis to madness. I consume them with a gleeful ambition, absorbing the very essence of their soul. Scream for me, and let me partake of your sadness, sorrow and pain…..
Your blood is my wine, set in the bottle of your frightened conditions and phobias,
Am I that shadow, or is that your imagination prying an answer from a childish origin? We are all children with the right fear to protest,
An exploitation of your mind, body, and spirit, I play with you with fine strings, manipulating weakness until it shatters the fabric of what you thought to truly be real,
To taste you would be a sinister fantasy, a delightful elegy intoxication written in divine prose..