Death, my redemptrix

© MMXVII A.N.E. That deprivation magnet attracting a black metal shithole, vacuuming away any emotions, absorbing all light, heavy with rain depression, yet feeble and shallow, a wet, cold grave. Endlessly refraining from purpose: My soul. That draugr lich spirit, vampire warlock, necromantic shadow knight, wichsender Wiedergænger, voodoo death ritual drenched in coke saturated chicken„Death, my redemptrix“ weiterlesen