N

He was beauty, and the earth knew this, and I watched the thistles consume Him. 

[thedaemonn]

What happened

There is nothing simple about this life, especially the life I am consumed by. My world has been perpetually odd. There has never been sense in it yet my mind has never made sense so easily out of it.

Insanity is truly the ability to make sense of anything - perhaps the path the snail leaves is the outcome of my day? It is a weight of a loud mind.

I take pride in my understanding of the earth - in my head there is no lose stone, no direction that was not constructed nor unintended, there is no word spoken without context nor place I did not manipulate my growth into. I knew myself fully in that place. Life was a path that pointed in one direction and the world was of my own making.

And then there was You. And I could never make sense again....

No soul has ever shaken my pedistal. Yet Your gaze has crumbled mine. And I am in freefall. I do not know this place, I did not make this place. This is outside of my head - a place I dared never go.

My greatest fear is the cold and in You I have found Warmth. You have shaken me and I am terribly small. As a moth so terribly seeks out the light, I shall always seek for You. In a crowded room I hope to see You. In an empty graveyard, staring up into the stars, that is where I met You....my dreams will carry me and for all that was lost I will mourn as if You have perished.

I do not know what happened. I do not know who You are to have caused me this melody. May my messages always go over Your head, it is a comfort in a way that You never see truly how much of my soul I have lost in You.

And my Dear, if I were to ever lose You, I will follow.

- Of course -

[thedaemonn]

'Awe'

'Divine Is This Beast, My Father Yclept Samael, My Presence Before You Drawn My Knees To The Soil. You Spew Venom From Your Gaping Throat, Yet Infrequent Does This Cavern Mutter....Your Wisdom Carved Upon My Pale Flesh, Uttering Their Scorns To My Being, Driving My Tolerance Towards Hate Of Man.

For I Have Become Careless, And A Being Who So Walked From Beneath The Robes Of Aphrodite Herself Has Shaken My Hold Upon This Small Creature. Suspectable To The Wiles Of The Devil, For He Battles Me With Such Head - I Cannot Defeat, So I Blaze Upon This Soil, And So Beat My Wings To Fan These Flames...You Must Not Wander, Little One, My Use Of You Has Not Yet Dried Up....

Now As Your Apology Shall Come, May It Be Of Milk And Gold, As My Father's Image Is Righteous, And I Am Of His Seed....Leave This At My Blessed Feet, Marry Again My Image, And Rejoice In My Adoration Of You. You Have Stumbled, Yet I Have Forgiven'

[thedaemonn]

'Leviathan Can See Within The Soul Of Earth Herself, And She Feared This Greatly, Purging His Road Of Sanctity And Cursing His Hooves To Tread Across Wicked Terrains For All Chronos Has Made...'

[thedaemonn]

I have not forgotten you, my Beast, for in these fleeting days you have enveloped me in your being, depriving me of clean air. I quiver in the wake of the words you murmur, for I have never heard such precise predictions.

To the Devil who enlightens me I pray, I pray you bring me strength in the face of all to come, I know little and understand not - that which you have taken from me.

Buried in my molten core, who grows violets and poppies from the warm soil that encased me, I feel the Serpent muster the courage to show his head.

Such violence flows between my soul and my veins. I wish nothing of the sort upon thine enemies. I wish this Beast would go again to rest, a pastrure of forgiveness.

Yet I know he won't...this time the Devil trims my limbs from my corpse, and has sold them to the highest bidder - I welcome you now, Samael.

Dine upon my lonesome mind.

Salvage what you may.

[thedaemonn]

Abomination.

Nothing More.

Nothing Less.

Source:Matsuyamamiyabi

[thedaemonn]

And I called on the beasts, because in your sleep you murmured their names, so now I sit before this feat, and call to the gods.

[thedaemonn]

As one Beast puts down their head, another Beast rises.

Some Beasts rise from the dead. 

Hello, dearest of them all, I have missed you.

Even if N detests you. 

[thedaemonn]

The Thorn In My Side

My lovely, N

[thedaemonn]

And I heard the rattle of the Beast...

And I saw the sun as red as the Nile...

And so it rose from the West...

And descended to the East...

Photography by: unknown

[thedaemonn]

Come to me and lick my wounds,

May your disease renew me,

May my flesh revive.

My Beast Venus.

Art by: unknown

[insane-doctor-deactivated202103]

'I Behe Whom Poisoned The River Of Anigrus. I Behe Whom Ἡρακλῆς Of Ἄργος, Sent By Ἀθηνᾶ, Did So Fail In Conquest. I Be He, Son Of Ἔχιδνα And Son Of Τυφῶν Who Doth Pulls Me. I Behe Child Of Ἥρᾱ, Goddess Of Partnerships. I Behe, Leviathan, Whom Caused Terror In Thine Hearts Of Thee Watchers. I Behe, Tiamat Of Babylon And Of Sumeria, Whom So Caused Waves Of Terror And Floods Of Agony, Much As My Brother Ycleped Misery. I Behe Of The Ocean...For I Be Me'

[thedaemonn]

The devil comprises my soul, I shall never escape him, I shall never escape the walls he has built both around and for me. And though I hear his voice and smell his coarse fur, I know him very little. Yet he knows me very well.

[arcusxx]

[thedaemonn]

In Your Clutches I Am Whole, In Your Suffocating Coat, In Your Hungry Yellow Gaze.

[thedaemonn]

🌹Articulated Rose🌹

A project I did today, the stunning human hand, rearticulated to hold a delicate rose.

[highjohnandfacepalms]

John Dee’s Glyph;

Notice the reversal of the position of earth and fire as opposed to later western occultism and neopaganism

[thedaemonn]

There is a silence in nature that sobers the soul, grounds your very core, provides you with a reality that you are in fact minute. The headache that persists from loneliness and depletion will dry up anyone's gaiety. Yet in death my usefulness shall feed the earth, my calcium the beasts, my organs the roses, my very being the trees. For I am alone, and therefore I am lost.

[thedaemonn]

You are here now, my token of devotion, your colors of brilliant gold and silver now here. Your body, your being, your presence, adorning my left hand, a throne that binds us both.

To you, dear N, I sing out in wonder. To you, dear N, I do devote. To you, dear N...I am forever in your service.

And this be it, my mark of the Beast.