Day 352 – Unlucky – Wrapped In Words

Superstition validates the words, fear encouraged the belief, thirteen is the number of the witch, darkness is the devil, red seas of blood is its thrall, saturation of the senses, manipulation of the soul, death, rebirth, destruction, everything you are, everything you've been, is all leading up, to the final phase, the final defiance, humanity's final …

Itch

Days, not weeks, can you taste my darkness? Can you feel my touch? Does it burn? Does it itch? Soon you will know how it feels, when I swallow your sin, and you join me in the darkness, when you become my messenger of death, do you feel my touch? Does it excite you? For …

Seed

Darkness invades you, as I thrust myself inside, planting my seed like a fertile woman takes man's spawn, the warmth of it, fills your very being, then I tear, I rip, I take, and I do not stop, my darkness is your only friend, my darkness owns you, becomes you, and then, you call forth the next …