…but once, I ate a single seed in hell.
I am of the light but with one wing dipped in blood. How exquisite is the agony. Such sweet satisfaction.
So primal. So satiating. Like a pure black cloak that surrounds and protects. This darkness, once so foreign, now so familiar.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold”
Oooh ooh and I like it…
(this song expresses my for the dark)
Oh yeah, Hi everyone!