Blood.
It reminds me that try as we may to supersede human boundaries
We are but mortal
Memento Mori
We are all going to die
And then
What then?
Do I ask for my ashes to be scattered to the wind?
Will I beg at Heaven's Gate to be forgiven for my sins?
The Ink - It keeps me grounded
Giving voice to the
Desire
-To be happy
To be successful
If there ever were Great Men - Let me be one of these.
It tames and shapes the darkness into something resembling the caricature of an Angel
Albeit fallen
Broken Wings
Shattered spirit
It's easier to write about the macabre, isn't it?
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