a blank page with many transparent outlines. nothing can be read, nor enjoyed. the clock hits midnight, I hit the highest cloud of my insanity.

was I ur knight in shinig armor, the apple of your eye or just a step to climb.

a bleeding god is a real god. true lust for destruction arises from the raw aspect of creation. to be the beggining you have to be the end. the be the last breath of the universe you have to be there from its very birth. a bleeding god is a true god and the blooddrunk is one step closer to the transcendent.