February 2011
Under the gaslight her gaze reaches for heaven, her eyeballs heaving at the roof of her sockets trying to emulate the way the grass seeps through the splintering cracks of the pavement to escape into the world above; an operating table is now an altar. She understands not the strange names of old Gods and the invocations of other dimensions - only the swift tickle of the knife as she gazes at...
gesundrian asked: Ugh, Those four bands together would make my life 110% complete.
January 2011
“Don’t pray in my school, and I won’t think in your church”
– Unknown Author (via ageofreason)
I was walking through the forest just the other day, Seducing any virgins that came my way, Dancing like a fucker ‘round the altar stones, Revelling in the prophecy of the witches bones. ‘Cause I love the lamp! I was jamming with the spirits at the grey Sabbat, Just watching all the witches kiss the devil’s arse Fucking on the altar of the church in town Turning all the crosses...
“What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?”
– George Eliot
