She sits on her throne
in shadows alone
with dark raven hair;
creature of night
the world in her sight
becomes a dark lair.
I am He whom I love
And He whom I love is I,
We are two souls who occupy one body,
If you see me, you see Him,
And if you see him, you see us.
I was the secret of the All-True,
The All-True is not I,
The Grimbles live in darksome holes
Far away from moles and voles
And all small things that crawl and creep
For the Grimbles never, ever sleep.
Strands of torn flesh hung from the severed arm. Blood dripped to the ground from the exposed veins that dangled with the torn flesh.
I’ll tell you, I admit it, I did wonder at first. I wondered if I was crazy. I wondered if there was something wrong with me. But it hit me, it wasn’t me, it was you, all of you.
Unnaturalism is the representation of a human beings and humanity for what they are, i.e. as they slowly descend into unnaturalness, as they have been doing for the past fifteen thousand years.
Under skies glowing green
with just enough flesh
still covering their hips…
Stillness engulfed the small room. A dark figure of a man shivered, twitched and finally dropped the blood coated knife to the adhesive carpet below him.