Every poet has dreamt of this moment since the beginning of time. Though, unlike them, I have not come to ponder and pursue shadows. Instead at the alter of the cosmos, I’ll teach the beasts to dance and make love to the galaxy.
All witchcraft & madness and soft deadly kisses. What I mean to say is; In the cruel heart of winter you will find me alone on the cold balcony, choosing the universe over man, like Eve did before me.
It’s not only the Deities of Death whom love apples.. I’ll sink these incisors into anything forbidden, any, anything at all.