Apr 12, 2010 01:09
When all are asleep I wait. You can relate. You understand. You are Naught. O! that I could have more. One that would see the world for what it is. Two to share the wisdom of Dionysus. Bliss unto me to be one.
Death implies change. Death dictates change. To destroy yourself. To cut away the flesh of your face.
This is not witch is.
The only word is silence.
The only meaning of that word is not.
Thoughts are false.
Dark night, sweet night, so warm and yet so fresh,
so scented yet so holy, cover me, cover me!
Let me be no more!
No more shall there be.
Your darkness is thy kingdom that is mine alone.
Just as a Phoenix gathers twigs to burn himself.