Ars Goetia I

The night is hopeless, my soul is heartless, and all have been taken by the darkness.

“A scream is heard at night, beyond the light, between darkness and mystery. Empty and dark streets are my den, alleys are part of this labyrinth, where I dwell and hunt your kind”

“After days of torture, my knives are exhausted, insects are full of your meat, and right now I don’t need this skull”

“My victim is striving to survive. The noise is unpleasant, most of the people don’t care, some of they think about a drunk vagabond falling over trash, they imagine a piece of glass falling just to break all over the concrete, an allegory for any fallen soul”

“The remaining people, those who are still awake, couldn’t care less, don’t even hear the final breath, but me, I do care, ’cause it’s my art”, said the killer as stabbing for the last time the knife on his heart.

“Free your soul to me. I’ll send it forever to the shadows. Now you just become a bleeding martyr”