“To poison the sting, from time to time, it’s the acme of art.”
Necromancer
Decayed and abandoned houses always fascinated me and I was never sure why, but I felt like... in some twisted way I belonged to them, as if all of these haunting, marginal and chaotic places were just a reflection of whom I was inside
-- something in ruins
---The truth is.. I don't like rules so I have none.
With this I want to say that I welcome your violence, your insanity, your lust,
I welcome every bit of your creativity. Anything you want to throw my way I'll catch, so don't be afraid to show me your shadows.
The only thing I ask for is substance, a bit of flesh on the bone.
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Interesting page, let me know if you'd like to possibly write sometime. I think we could come up with something pretty twisted and interesting with these two, let me know what you think.
Between love and death,
I dug deep into the ground, barehanded and soul bruised, tried to bury all that had burdened me like a boulder upon the shoulders of Atlas.
I dirtied these hands of mine, besmirched their innocence, believing it was better to live by severing ties with the caustic guilt anchoring me to that dark place. Foolish of me not to anticipate the shadow of all my misdeeds following me around like a virulent hellhound and leading me to you.
To do something so unnatural, to push the boundaries in the territory of taboo,
To attempt to rectify our sin and resurrect the departed echoes of our stained history,
I ask you,
Between love and death,
Will you kill me and heal me—in the same breath?