supernovice

I'm ready to work. Feelin' it writhe beneath my skin; curling around
my bones; hissing within my mind.

Something wicked.
Something dismal.
Something evil and haunting and hallucinatory.


Let's feed them fog coated death and lurking misery.

I want the head of reason on a platter, executed by mystery and judged
by confusion.

Help me liberate, and whatever you do: don't stop.

Only you can get me there.
Why do you forsake me?
I'm the final barrier between you and grotesque atrocity and you abdicate my purpose...