• In a night of eternal pain, the immortal one rises
    curling whips of death shrouds her deathly fourm
    i am cold and alone
    the god for witch you sacrafise yourself flares once, then dies
    like my tretched heart.


    As we sit here, on this bed
    at 3 am
    the memorie of her comes back.
    love... is all i can think.
    how much it tears you apart and destroys.

    the memory.
    that one single memory.
    makes me cringe