JillKill's blog: "Random writings.."

These gifts I bear unto you. Gifts of dirt, death-eaters, and decay. Gifts to pay homage to my Messiah of Forever Darkness. Dirt from the graves of those who oppose your law. Death eaters in the shape of worms and maggots to sprinkle along your unhallowed grounds Decay, enough for a feast to sedate your militia of unliving souls.

Punish me, O'Wicked One For the thoughts this imagination creates are far from pure. Devilish ideas from a sinners heart, blacked and chipped. I dream of your confessions of beauty while your grip tightens against my throat. To justify the sting across my pale skin with ambrosion blacks and blues. I do not deserve the silken lashes from your forked tongue but I hunger for them as if they were the only sustenance that which to keep me alive. Like the blood for a Night Child, I feed from the crimson words that spill from your beautiful lips. I crave nothing ore than your approval. So punish me Devil's Son. My Bacchus, My Dracul. But punish while looking on with the gazes full of adoration I see within my minds eye so clearly. My Lucifer. My Angelus. My Poppet. Those eyes that bare truths untold. Truths I would gladly lay my life upon to hear whispered against my final exhale.

At the black ebony gates of Hell I feel welcomed with open arms and spread wings. You with your wicked words and black heart full of desire. I have waited an eternity for your embrace. I have screamed your True Name to the full eager moon. I have shed my crimson tears. And I have waited. Oh, Have I waited. As I fell into the warm grasp of the flame, I felt you near. To curl my fingers against your leathery flesh darkens the last remaining innocence of my soul. As I breath the soot from your hair, I know the promise you carved into my spine was true. You will Never let them Hurt Me.