Mogz56

hunt the winter & chase the flameless fury to the depth of the world and through to autumn's last breathe. lust for fear & taste the fearless blood to the edge of insanity festering under the skin. misanthropic or sadistic? only philanthropic in nightmares cold & heartless stones of doubt wake from boundless hate

i witnessed the strangest thing, and wondered why i hadn't noticed it before, spider like arpeggios, the legs of an arachnid, the face of metal, winding its way up the fretboard, its legs feeling through the air, finding a path that no one's taken. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87Iz3RHZNDQ see what u think.

so what happens to the absence of, though it still exists. absence of colour is still a colour in the mind of some. and the absence of personality, it's still a personality. while the absence of purpose is not a purpose. and when a sudden change applies from white to black, from abundent to absent, I see how we live inverted. I see how we live in trepidation. Split sides scream the same, while the absence of- feels the pain. and in the end, there's nothing left to feel.