I close my eyes to the light, and open my eyes to the darkness.
Angels of Light turn to Angels of;
Black, Distress, Suffering, Pain, Stress, Depression, Suicide, Death, Pain, Lonesomeness, Despair, Noir.
They stalk me where ever I go, they just don't seem to leave.
But why leave if your wanted?
At night I hear echoes of greeley moans, getting louder, louder, louder.
Who is screaming my name, The Psychic Emperor?
A black bloody rose he hands me.
"Prick my finger."
He tells me.
"Prick my finger, and know the power that lies within me."
He beckons for me.
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