A spider crawls under my toes in lust,
intoxicated by the warmth of my veins.
Do not waste a drop, I cried,
guiding it to drain me out of blood.
Today is my day.
A test to impress the Master.
To prove my dark is worthy,
skilled enough to be a successor.
The dead settled in me; one by one.
They hunted for life in every corner,
raided the deepest pit.
My black was satisfying.
They dressed me in the cloak of death.
I laughed at my desperate attempt to be the new Master.
The final round,
A fight with the Master himself.
He strikes a hole through me,
the void was known yet distant.
I want the throne,
I slash him in two by the cut of my heart.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
A spider crawls under my toes in lust,
intoxicated by the warmth of my veins.
Do not waste a drop, I cried,
guiding it to drain me out of blood.
Today is my day.
A test to impress the Master.
To prove my dark is worthy,
skilled enough to be a successor.
The dead settled in me; one by one.
They hunted for life in every corner,
raided the deepest pit.
My black was satisfying.
They dressed me in the cloak of death.
I laughed at my desperate attempt to be the new Master.
The final round,
A fight with the Master himself.
He strikes a hole through me,
the void was known yet distant.
I want the throne,
I slash him in two by the cut of my heart.
