Awaken, eat, breathe, fuck, sleep, dream, awaken...cycle. Endless, hopeless, faithless, merciless. A contusion wrapped within a nightmare...when your eyes are thrown open, it is there behind the eye lids. Staring you in the face...watching back. He knows your secrets, but you don't know his. Is he waiting? Waiting for what? A slip, a mishap...and then, it will come. A downward spiral, turning, turning, twirling, dancing...a masquerade. The belle of the ball will be there, all dressed in a fanciful gown and the latest cosmetics. Oh, beautiful indeed. Yet, when the two lock eyes...she sees him too. The eye lids, the creature. Unforgettable that passion, that bloodlust. And in the aftermath, you run confused. Hands...stained in blood. Oh god, a knife, in my own hands...the hands covered in scarlet. Adorning everything in the room. Lamp shade, ceiling, lightswitch, bedsheets...the bedsheets. Her corpse, slit throat, eyes wide, mouth agape. Oh, god...help. Running, but stopped. The doorknob...it's too slick, too much blood covering the exit. Bedsheets, a noise...no, she's not dead. She's alive. An inquisitor...you did this. Did this to me, for what? In whose name? The name of Vanity? Yes, I remember now. Vanity...she was proud, too secure. Sweeping clean the remnants, I had to.
And then I remembered - I am not dreaming. I am not in bed. I am in the tub. Her throat wasn't slit, but rather my wrists. Ah, yes. The knife, the blood, the lacerations. All there. But what about the door knob? No, it can't be. I'm...dead already. Otherwise, I couldn't see the creature hiding behind the eye lids. Not staring back at me...but rather looking through him to myself. I was Pride, I was Vanity. And now, I am Revelation.
Rediscover Your Purpose
Return To Your Origin...
