Mere moments from cannibalism, I taste your flesh and learn the depths of my addiction. I need to know that you know how much I need you and this hunger will only intensify as you tease and temp and taste my rage. Immortal is the man who shakes the hand of fate and in so doing becomes himself the bearer of the burdens of men. Its easy to sell ones soul but far more cruel to barter for its return but here I am whats left of the shell of a man deformed beyond recognition but still in Love…to be continued
…Sipping from my soul trying to grab whole of that last lil bit of me, not the one that happens everyday and they pretend to see but the real he that knows of his journeys foe; an existence of resistance. I’m often reminded of the words of the Wise Lion: You’re running and you’re running and you’re running away but you can’t run away from yourself. Stealing silence by stealth, my demons hide in plain sight only revealing themselves by the light of the dark night leaving me to piece together the sorted dreams…how real they seem.