"welcome to the monster plaza"

You cannot sleep tonight.

And as your mind, a blur, chases that imaginative, fickle mistress, a voice rings out,

Blessed be the Night! For we are but carcasses to the offering, and I am so thankful… Praise the light into which you were born! Kiss the soft curve of Night’s sweet promise. This is Night, and it is a good night.

If slumber is a gentle caress to the weary traveler, then this is a glimpse at death. And to share such a thing is to lovingly whisper, experience this sliver of eternity with me. I do not want to do it alone.

Give yourself to the slaughter, and it will give itself to you.

Pause, as though you are trying to find the meaning behind your words. Choke on the cadence in your throat.