Celestia Death Of The Lizard Queen (necro Phaanthasma)
Trapped inside the glass of ice,
Insecta was not able to move,
I thought she was dancing because of my presence.
A dance of fear, a desperate way to implore my feelings
to let Insecta get out Her prison.
This idea of freedom was like a spear piercing my old man
hand.
I noticed this was painful, an old experience...
I was also previously very tormented by the fact of not
being able to define the identity of Insecta. I was
scared and I cried tears who had the taste of blood.
Then, I started to ask myself if I really knew the taste
of blood...
After several days of trapped pré-putrefaction, Insecta
finally died.
I was saddened by this regrettable fact. I had the
feeling to loose a part of myself.
Something I knew it existed before, but something, once
again, impossible to define.
I suddenly remembered the taste of Blood. The smell of
Death was close of this taste.
The Night after, I had expected menstruation Blood, this
red liquid collapsing toward myself.
But Frustration came as usual. I was not hurtled, no
blood, just tears...
