Akuro da HATTER's blog: "Absololution through Existentilism"

From flesh to ivory, I know not what it is, Hair turns to silk, will I ever know again. These are all i have to look forward to, Oh, but immortality calls out like a great beast to me, What more is there to draw my hand. It calls me deep within my head, How do I escape that which has already consumed me. It gives me options come gently like the good lamb, Or be difficult, but either way it is over for me. My touch grows cold, food no longer gives substance, All that is left is the metallic taste upon my tongue, That leaves me always wanting, always needing more. That rich fluid becomes my life because all that flows through me is..... the ashes.