The afterimage floating in the moonlit night is my transient black memory. In a distorting morning of disgrace, I sail a voyage of corruption.
If it's an unrequited love, then at least let us bond in the other world... I've been making that wish countless times, like a beast hungry for your blood!
I am, after all Butler DEATH, always ready to kill wewe au our love. The curtain that's dyeing the earth red, I'll kick it into pieces. The cinematic records and the films of souls and memories are what I earnestly seek, as I strum my blood-stained delusions.