skai-blade

a life lived puny and miserably, once dead should it not knock at the door? the little master watches attentively, "what loathsome tales." a large reaching throat and body, as if dissolving a dead heart, slowly gulp down life, gouging out eyes, say, you wished for it too, didn't you? in that moment i glared at you... such tragic souls... are my favorite meal... welcome to my womb, love and ego's final destination, you too soon will be born anew, is it not fantastic to be like a monster? "oh, god, why?", hm? "i don't want it," you cry merely accept it, this is fate the next, next, next master i eagerly await myths, lives, the destnies of peo