Model and make up: Beth Strong
My bones are branches of a poison tree
where ravens weave their restless sleep
and dream into us the darkness
that burns with blood-lust demons
I'm not playing hide and seek,
one
two
free the darkness, cold mistress, possessed by shadows
one
two
free the darkness, cold mistress, possessed by shadows
I adore darkness so much, that I spend hours with curtains down and lights turned off. And with my eyes closed, because it's never dark enough. I sit in the darkness, until I absorb it and it devours me whole, consumes me and digests me in it's warm stomach. I feel energies and power of the whole world pulsing through me. I become the dark. I am the poison of the night, I feed on the nightmares and only grow stronger. I curse the lands and I swallow the light, I bathe in death and death is what I'll bring to you.
