-•.•<Φ>•.•-Centuries I have been damned and casted aside by mortal kind. The young ones write of a world where monsters like me enjoy a beautiful fate.

If this world really exist, then why can't I have it? Why is fate pushing against all odds to deprive me of what is rightfully mine?

I swear I am not the slightest bit angered by the stupidity of mortal men, but I may be called upon for blasphemy but the final forces be damned.

My madness only makes me see the light. And the light is what has long been promised to me so long ago shall not escape me one more time.

If fate will not allow me this magical world of love. If the Final Forces will not allow me the privilege of this world of romance then I shall build it myself.

I don't care if I have to burn the world down to build mine right on top of it.-•.•<Φ>•.•-

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She is new, light, a fire just waiting to burn it's victim.

I hunger for her. I crave every piece of her. I want to step into the fire so it may swallow me whole.

She is unpredictable, a predator waiting to pounce on it's prey. Yet I find myself mindlessly and hopelessly walking into her trap.

I want to be the missing pieces to the puzzle that is her.

I don't want to figure out the big mystery that is my love, I want to be apart of her mystery.

I want her to allure me, consume me, ruin me, enchant me.



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