About Me
unbearable, isnt it? the suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. there is a secret song at the center of the world and its sound is like razors through flesh. oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. im here to turn up the volume. to press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart. save your tears, please. its a waste of good suffering. ill reap your sorrow slowly. i have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper. i have eternity to know your flesh. your suffering will be legendary, even in hell. down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of heaven. this is my body. this is my blood. joyous are those who come to my sabbat. i will show you an experience beyond limits. pain and pleasure, indivisible.
