he walks the lonely paths and shakes the hands of corpses, never one to shy away from death. if anything, he welcomes it, taking minute comfort in such a universal truth. he smiles sadly, feeding a darkness that hungers for more than hearts. it thrives on the complacent. but no one ever said judgement was an easy thing and not every soul can be saved. he learned that the first day he walked as a god.

a.j. reed (via blackcatwalking)