I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite
could you possibly fail to answer?
Madness is a definite reality; it is not a dream, nor a hallucination.
It is a perspective of ones soul, to the illusions of the world and the evil of masked man.
To see that, there is no sane virtue, only chaos and a dead God.