Mar 05, 2006 18:59
"To identify oneself in this way with any given course requires intense concentration and an iron strength of will, and it is such persons who become vampires."
A misleding belief entangled in centuries of duties. The first betrayal against human instincts and passions. Regaining the free will denied choosing the worse. Supposing to devour oneself to dissolution when, as a matter of fact, dissolution is nothing more than once shattered will. Not love for the obscurity of mind's mazes but lust for the aknowledgement of the true self. Lust for twisted dreams shifting into a surreal damnation. Deep cuts into reality that will never heal. Redemption through crimson pleasures
The uroboros turns incessantly into its polisemic shapes. Defenceless decandence stares at the beginning of its end. Believing that endless pain will never cease in death it's just mere utopia. Death worshipped and stolen from corruption.