Like death never content.
Starve the old and feed the new
and it's all your fault.

Was there love once or have I forgotten her?

I have been sold into slavery.

I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well.
It's all your fault.




Your fault

A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing.
Motion without meaning.
Action without function

nothing will breed nothing.