This state of suspend oblivion presents itself to me now; an hour ago; a year ago. The lack of feeling, a thrust of emotions I recognize it by, when I become to tired to fight it off. I try, I truly do if only for the few who may love me.

The Children of the Abyss

Again the light shines no more. And so once again the fountains will fill with the watery blood of the fallen ones. With a divine vigor, we wallow in the infinite warmth of immortality. Plumes of fire thrust from the ground as skin slides upon skin in a serpentine orgy of lust and debauchery. Black… Continue reading The Children of the Abyss