interacting with devils you can feel itthe peril of fright... deafeningsuccumbing to this feeling dangerouskeep your head, move one foot in front of the othervindictive snickering, and yes they are laughingit is their way of speach...sarcasmof a fierce nature...

dreadful need in the crevices of the soul, cravewith an ache so great as to make me bleedMidnight approaches and brings with him shadows that covetamong the faces I see youpeering deeply into my eyesconnecting with the witch withinVulnerability...