I am here, waiting for retrieval of my soul from this withered body. Some things seem normal when you're feeling some strange way. The flame of the candle shines through the darkness like a knife, but i don't need light. Darkness is my promessed thing. It's mine and only i may have it for i am the one who pays for it for a demon has to has his pleasures. For me that is to sit alone in darkness waiting for some **** of a god or something even not waiting at all.