اگزیستانسیال

imagine you have no swag, so you pretend you're like me. that stinks and is disgusting.

my fangs will drain your energy. the blood is the life. mortuum by night, by the stars, eternal, i weep.

i awoke. i'm haunted by the memories eternal, i weep. my sullen cries fell down towards the nether, the scepter of suffering.

6:18 i felt the night turn back to the other side, i felt the night breathing, suffering

nocturnal prophecy, i can only feel dread, hunger from the grave. in the end, there's only me.

lay down my despair, in the isolated coffin of my life. in the end, there's only me.

2:28 palace altar, sidereal energy. cycle completes my cries from centuries. my sorrow, suffering, slumber, my painful memories.

as the shadow figure, chants infernal names. dragon born, demonic hordes, rise up from the catacombs, tomb of ancient blood.

this cannot be the same life that i was protecting with a fucking mask in 2020.

the fact that i didn't die during the war pisses me off at least five times in a row.

meet me at the 7th stage of hell, where you would drown in my ashes.

i get addicted to anything that makes me forget i am living.

never shoot your shot with me, you may get in charge for homicide because of it.

"what are we for eachother?" dead?

and make it last until the sun comes up.

can you see the lines shaping what you must to be? can you feel the strain binding you to pain?

i hear the call, trying to tell me i must fade. feels wrong, i know, but comfort keeps me drowned.