Fiery and frozen. Floating pale embers from my ever decaying world to the ever expanding abyss.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Upon high, ears rung with bliss
Slipping fast into a fresh blackness.
Perhaps he's on the other side of it,
Perhaps he's still in the midst of it,
My god, the places I chase him to.
The hunt. The kill. The feast.
Expansion to never cease.
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