Just a Small Post-script to Lunacy: trigger warnin.

Where do demons go to rest? 

This night... 

This silence has no end. 

I see them now... 

The after-impressions the monstrosities leave in the air, 

Like the afterburn of a photo... 

Shredded clothes, 

Jagged teeth... 

Just behind me, 

Always moving... 

Fast as lightning. 

Some of the creatures i see clearly, 

Others through the cornees of my eyes... 

Others... 

Move in impressions. 

I seek my way further into the heart of darkness, 

I must see the true monsters... 

To see the abyss in its entirety. 

You think you know the darkness? 

The crawling,  shifting,  pulsing... 

Jittery-scritchy movements

And chattering and noises and white noise, 

In all the grey areas... 

The static,  the silence,  the noise behind the shower? 

That is there day or night, 

Always the creeping of distorted faces and creatures everywhere... 

Hiding knives everywhere in the fated hope that something, 

So useless... 

Will save us from beings that can be harmed by no blade. 

Inciting verses and symbols, 

Talismens and safeguards do not work... 

They are inside

And they are

Everywhere

And hungry

And murderous 

And here

Now

Now

Now here. 

The smallest of things can twist and warp, 

The smallest gears of the mind. 

A simple name... 

De Vermis mysteriis. 

And we bring the darkness through. 

Do you ever find yourself smiling upside down into a mirror? 

Don't... 

It traps your soul

And now all we say is this

Hahahahaha

Dont worry.. 

They are

Just getting me used to when these demons will ushur me sweetly into Hell. 

Doomed you see... 

Where do demons go when they're host is taken from them? 

To the Daughter...