Oswald – The Censor
When I slid the knife into her chest, I did not expect to face oblivion. She looked the hooker role as so many others before, but she bled the infinite. The black crevice between her nipples yawned, and I could not escape. I was consumed for an eternity. Six minutes of eternity.
Reborn from that inky vagina, my heart of darkness burns with pure purpose. The shadows whisper promises and soothe the dreams which haunt my rest. Disease rules the daylight and festers in the intestines of civilization, and I cannot escape it. Each dawn scorches my mind as a reminder of the need, the hunt. I would bleed the sun from the sky with my night razors if I could, but such is not my gift.
My gift is spreading the darkness one soul at a time, and I will teach as many as I can before I once more walk with oblivion.