The lighting of candles, the reciting of scrolls. The pointing of swords, the great gong tolls. From each point of the pentagram, I produce the sound of bells, And from within the circle emerge the fiercest winds of Hell. An invocation to the Master; it brings a sense of peace, And as I speak these words, I fall humbly to my knees. As I move into the circle, I feel immediately possessed. For there is a strong, burning hatred growing deep inside my chest. The Hellish winds grow stronger, and begin a circular motion. I feel as if I'm taken over by some evil, magical potion. I speak an incantation, and my hatred burns even worse. As the presence of evil grows stronger, I speak the final verse. Then a voice interrupts my thoughts, and tells me the way things must be. It is at that moment that I realize, the daemon I've been summoning... ...Is buried deep inside of me.
yeah thats what im feeling right now. hell it doesn’t even make any sense and i have nothing better to say. plus i dont feel like punctuating this post. except for fullstops. i like fullstops. here have another one. happy now are we. headaches killing me. hunger pangs have prolly burned my tummy by now. huh. i feel emo. not the IWannaCutMyself emo. but the IJustWannaSleep&StartAnotherDay emo. for the record. i dont cut myself. thats what stupid fucks do. and im just plain stupid.
im just blabbing on and on now. its a good distraction. words are my best friend. second to the plank that is. heh. kidding. i can feel emoness creeping up my spine. i feel so cold. the walls are closing in on me. DAMN I ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT. AND I DID. YEAH. right now im listening to this song. what epicness.
need to watch some classic footie. it really cheers me up. later.