their egoism

 the white light of the screen seems a bit yellow, the sepia turned to the neon

The new longing for a past/future that never was.

Sadness feels mostly the same and will ever be here, learn to embrace it like this songs to resonate and a screen to project your own reflection in a glitched mirror

names tags and categories cannot cover you and yet you'll fit all of it a single place

listen to the rhythm calling you to the place, a distorted skittish middle

feel the absence and space invite sadness in

melodic evil directs your moves as you just wanna shake the pain away

you wanna dance with your demons

you like the chanting, the way they convince you

the search for truth brought you only pain 

give in to the void

go back to the certain

their hot bodies feels like affection

their smirks like kindness

their egoism as an invite

their pleasure your subsistence

tell will accept my excess 

cause they'll take as much as i can give

the pulse of death 

the dissolution to continuity 

ouvindo 

Pertubator

secret devotion, death of the soul 

the other place 

dethroned under a frozen throne 

messalina messalina