Unto you I bestow violence of the mind that you may know only bloody thoughts, violence of the will that you may cause only chaos, violence of the heart that you may never lazily love another. I shall garb you in the harbingers armour and imbue you in vestments of ferocity, for I have sired a demon. - V.A, He is motion, that which keeps all things in like, he kisses the edges of the blades of fate and dares them to motion.
I've allowed this life to suffocate me, Vicissitudes of fate. Life spirals downwards and we get used to the pull of gravity, forget flying. This world is too crowded to take long breaths, let alone sing, my music is lost. But I think I found my diamond in the rough to replace the thorns in my crown.
I found something that inspires me to aspire. I'm setting my own compass points, I'll rearrange the stars if I have to. A muse, an angel of sorts, of death perhaps, but I'm willing to take my chances at this point. I'll run from everything but death, for only she can give me rest.
