†Greetings my kin†,
I`m your best friend, your worst enemy, your healer, your slaughterer..
I listen, I feel, I watch, I wait, I taste, I devour. I`m reclusive.
Darkness my lover, walks forever with me, and within me.
I hear you near me calling my name......DEATH!


"I want your touches to scar me so I`ll know where you`ve been."



"I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back"

"I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire".


"I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win".
"I want the name of the ruiner".

"I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn".


"I want to be there when your hot.. black.. rage.. rips wide open".



I taste like chocolate and razorblades....




Do not stand at my grave and weep. by Mary Frye (1932)


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.



I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.



When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.



Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!


"I want to keep you alive, so there`s always the possibility of murder.....later"


"I split you open...Climb inside...Lose myself...Eaten alive"

DarKanthia
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Anthy and Shar