Ritual of Realisation.

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.

Feeling of “Being-Walked-Out-On”

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.