… and Back Again
Disgusted, all the way deep down to your inner-self… Your hatred grows tenfold with every beat your crippled heart tries to make… Love has no place here no more, as you can almost hear The Guardian impatiently boiling as he climbs up, with his claws piercing through your throat, promising of a painful takeover, chanting with fading words of an eternal anthem to self-destruction…
H.Q.
14:59
Thu. 17th May 2012
Maria Calendar Queen
Be still. Breathe. Let go…I know there are three. Your heart is pure.
H.Q.
Pure?… Pure HATRED…