Crying? Not today

Everything i dream of is holy, i dream of holy, i dream of God and their light and their glory. I dream of Aeons and their wings and their flight but I can't, I can't get out of Satan's pink sight.

Sometimes I hate to engage in her bloody rituals. But it's necessary.

And you will keep thinking that you're making it up and it's all in your head. I mean, it is, it really is. But so is everything. Everything is in our heads so we'll never know what is our world actually like. Does the one who created it see it differently? Sometimes I wonder about that.

And sometimes you think you're okay and you forgot. But then something reminds you of your fall and it goes all over again in your head! And sometimes you're going to think you are not allowed to be sad about it because it's your fault, it's all your fault anyways.

I saw the Moon shining red yesterday and I just couldn't help but feel that Satan is watching me. Every second the Moon kept getting bloodier and there was ominous red light on my wall from that anti mosquito thing. There were like six little flies that crawled across my table. The Devil keeps me safe tonight. But they are still the Devil