"Why don't you tell us something about you, then?", asked respectfully No One. As you wish, they replied.


So the Demon went on scratching

Excavating flesh, splattered blood

Everywhere it searched for the reason

Inside the body of its host


But the bloody gore it handled

It spoke of nothing

And the rotten blood it tasted

It tasted of nothing


The brain was inflated, scorched

Yelling through electrical discharges

Groaning of misterious reactions

It would be a Renaissance to tear it


But so much loneliness

It was folly

And so much beautiful bliss

It went away


The Demon began to understand

And slowly yet painfully went insane

Becoming one with its host

An archaic structure of pain and blood


So everything still was there

So much pain

To have two spirits bound to you

Starving inside


"To writhe in a deep organ-knot shall be the first step", commented the Lady. And then there was silence.