Behold The Pale Horse.

A Whole New Low.

Within the dark walls of the charnel,
My obsession begins to overflow..
As I exhume the woman in decay,
Impliable form.
A celibate death I take away.

This is adulation.
Inanimated premeditation.
This is my rejection to the living.
Necro-satisfaction.
Death will satisfy.

At rest, frozen, buried body, extract her skin.
Inelastic life,expand the holes,pushing deeper in.
Disarranging her carcass,my lust will never stop.

It is the coldness that you feel pressing against your face my dear.
My presence is not in you.
The trace i left is your insides.

Within the dark walls....

Infect everything I touch.














Until Next Time Loves.


me.

2 years is close, right before the end..

The World Needs A New Monster.

It Would Be My Pleasure.



until next time.
ME.

better

Well, I'm going crazy, crazy I've heard all the things that I said. I'm going crazy, maybe I can't get you out of my head.

With a knife through your heart and your eyes torn apart- all my thoughts are not sane. I'm saying maybe, crazy is better off for me.

 With a whiskey and coke, and the hopes that you choke, as it Storms in my brain. I'm saying maybe, maybe im better off this way.......



until next time
me.

Im going crazy...

Apparently im sick...
Well maybe i am.....

Preparing for the fall.

The End Is Nigh.

I can feel it in my bones.

This song brings a moment of solace.

Strange days are upon us.

Update.

The Contortionist has not been the same since our encounter with Penelope and whatever the fuck those things are she had working for her. I don't know if they were more powerful than he was, If it was just the sheer number of them, or if it's all just a work to make me think that they got the best of him. But he's cold now. He's empty. I feel it. Inside of me.

They caused what seemed like physical pain, to him. But each one of them took their turn crawling into my mind and helping themselves to my memories. Each single life taken, they had their way with. Well those are my work. There will be retribution. There will be blood.

I haven't encountered sight nor sound of her for the last few months. Until I woke this morning.

I found a lovely little letter. All it said is "I'm Always Here Bad Man" and it included a heart...
 I can't wait to get my hands on this bitch. Never Cross Me.

Moving on, I'm packing to head back to Chicago.
 I've been following Knit's little escapade. And it inspired me to help.. Well maybe not help, but get my hands dirty at the very least.
I've managed to convince Kristy's dear sweet sister Samantha to meet me in Chicago during her spring break from Chicago. Oh how naive she is to think that people on this planet are actually decent and good. How fickle..

She's also bringing a friend.

This should get increasingly interesting. I do love a good menagerie.

Love this piece of work.

The Contortionist haven't been on speaking terms for a moment. So I'm just going to have a good time while it lasts.

I do hope I run into sweet Penelope on my trip.

Until Next Time.
Me.