Last I saw him, he was building a bridge between 2 worlds.

He was walking on shards of glass to paint the ground crimson; for it is through his open veins that dreams may flow into our world.

And we who sleep wide awake, we’ll know when he comes for us.

He’ll show us how to sink into the earth’s dark womb; so that we may ride the bloodied waves back to his mansion.

The beast was here all along…


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