i read his words on hundreds repetition. Allow them to crawl in and rip my mind bit by bit, while my heart sucking in his darkness. The paradox gives me a bliss that i look for. He calls him self a plague. But i want to have what he has. I m done with my own fight, his sadness is my remedy and his hollow is where i want to go. No body has the will to pull my hand out, i give up the light. I will give away to cold.
So i will keep reading his words on hundreds repetition and let them lead the way to a complete lonely madness.