Death Of The Lizard Queen (Necro Phanthasma)

Trapped inside the glass of ice,

Insecta was not able to move,

I thought she was dancing because of my presence.

A dance of fear, a desperate way to implore my feelings to let Insecta get out Her prison.

This idea of freedom was like a spear piercing my old man hand.

I noticed this was painful, an old experience...

I was also previously very tormented by the fact of not being able to define the identity of Insecta. I was scared and I cried tears who had the taste of blood.

Then, I started to ask myself if I really knew the taste of blood...

After several days of trapped pre-putrefaction, Insecta finally died.

I was saddened by this regrettable fact. I had the feeling to loose a part of myself.

Something I knew it existed before, but something, once again, impossible to define.

I suddenly remembered the taste of Blood. The smell of Death was close of this taste.

The Night after, I had expected menstruation Blood, this red liquid collapsing toward myself.

But Frustration came as usual. I was not hurtled, no blood, just tears...