And then he approached the crimson windows and looked out to the ornamental universe that lay dressed in green and blue. An obscure pattern of tyrannical grace and chaos fused in one body.

He tries to argue with the voices in his head but to no avail. They don’t talk to him, they talk to each other. Oh beautiful, beautiful universe! Deliver his mind from its capturers! Oh deliver it from the pangs of pain! Deliver it from its haunting obsessions!

Out there, in the wide universe, I see my Angel in white calling for me. Yes, I see her still. There she is, standing by that patch of green; with her arms wide open as if they await to embrace my shattered shell! I see dozens of black birds floating in the air over her head. Diabolical contrast! Go away you wicked beings! Let my Angel be!

The sweet sensation of the carving of my virgin skin. The engaging appeal of the sounds of sliced bloody flesh. Black birds! You shan’t have my Angel! My blood flows like a river of glittering pearls. My life juices run between my cut fingers and hurry down to kiss the red floor. I kiss you, my elixir.