We are monsters with good intentions, our instincts drive us but our passions devour us

It didn’t belong to anything and nothing belonged to it. It searched for eternities trying to find a host… a carrier… a harlequin or a prophet that would have brought meaning and form to its reasons, but that never happened..

But I belong here. I could live here…hiding from the others, living among their consciences and their fears; why not? Could this be the missing link? Could it be the darkness that I fear the most… could I be… evil?

I was still asleep; distracted in my idyll withdeath. She wouldn’t let me go… my lover… myaccomplice into nothingness. The Night… who was the lover of the darkness, lover of the nothingness, lover of the death, lover of mine! Meanwhile the eternity, my other lover, was waiting for me in the end…