black fire aflame

Those ghouls which continuously proliferate, eager to devour and self-annihilate in pathetic denial;

I'll be standing bloodstained on a shattered assemblage, uttering draconic growls from the dark depths of my heart, those final moments, lest I fall.

Bound by fate, the mother and father, black sun and bleeding star always holding this balance. Yet utterly free, afloat.

Such hostile waters that drown me while they feed me with the flow of capital, electricity, information... Still, I'm shaping something new from the ashes of my old patterns and the new strata of family I've found.

Face annihilation and its bold truth; there is nothing else to fear. How many scars must you reflect on others simply to prove that your own existence was justified? Dharma witches already have their own wheels to turn; The black fire inside me burns for me and me alone, and you cannot fathom the depths of my sorrow or my love.