There’s a distinct flavour on the tip of my tongue.

And Eluna is as gorgeous as she always is. Our dear Goddess of the night.

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I wonder…

Do you know what I love about resting in these colossally high towers?

Do you know what I love about sinking these cups of poison, outside, amongst the worthless masses?

Do you know what I love about breathing these mouth charring, lung wrenching, potent puffs of smoke?

Do you know what I love about riding in the carraige, forgetting all boundaries, free, as it storms down the speedway?

Do you know what I love about the picks and strums of madness, the smashes and crashes of the pulses of war, the growls and screams of bloodred passions, all from the troupes of the black performing arts?

Do you know what I love about lurking in the netherworlds, singing in the shadows with all the gluttonous plague spreaders, all the warmthless shade mongers, and all the unscrupulous demons?

Do you know what I love about dancing in the dark with all of my beautiful night crawlers, all of my gentle hearted queans, all of my dear fallen angels, all of whom you hate so much, my darling?

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An angel like you, my darling, may not understand.

But I am just a man

And since the light flew away…

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The flowers. They…

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Fuck I hate my writing, right now.

But with no eyes to hear, and no ears to see…

All I can do is continue my scribble

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I don’t love any of it.

But there’s that taste…