No N Sen se

Pinnacles of hope.

Yeah, shoot the pope.

what's his use anyway?

Candied suicide on a stick.

Glorified sex and an ice-pick.

Hush child, they'll hear what you say.

Pull The Trigger, Jack.

The hole in your conscience.

The dirt under your fingernails.

The goosebumps on your skin.

Your ragged, unkempt hair.

The rip in your shirt.

The blood dripping from the sockets of your eyes.

Your wagging tongue.

Your stale breath.

Your glorified past.

Monster, come to me.

Let me purify you.

Tonight.

A Little Piece Of Advice For The Naive.

Remember when you were happy and gay?

and each day

Was as careless as the falling rain?

Remember when you used to play with your dolls?

Before your rise

and your petty falls?

What happened to you,

why did you have to go on and become so ugly?

What happened to you,

why did you have to become such a transvestite?

Eating him once didn't quite

satiate your appetite?

Remember how you fought with all your pain

and flushed daddy's money down the drain?

Like it was your birthright.

Remember how he said he loved you?

Even though he lied

You thought it was true?

What's happened to you,

why are you so needy?

What's happened to you,

why are you so shallow?

Forever biting into more

than you can ever swallow.

People never change.

They're always the same.

He's fucking you today.

Tomorrow, he'll forget your name.

Vana: Where Thou Art.

That stench.

That bloody stench.

Of rotten flesh

And rotten dreams.

You're trying to feed on someone else again,

You parasite.

Your blue blood is blue no more.

Your blue blood is blue no more.

Sinner.

Hypocrite.

It never was blue in the first place.

I will cut you open.

I will devour you alive.

I will scratch wounds so deep into your skin that they'll never fade.

I will stalk your every thought.

But don't be afraid.

Come to me now,

make haste.

Come to me,

like a child crawling back into his mother's womb.