Unknown known.

Victim of secrets, smfh lbds my hopeless heart.

Should of been dead of cardiac arrest, instead I'm smoking crack in the dark.

Not literally that's a metaphor for writing these; would be perfect though id only have to turn out the light.

I don't lie, tell you everything and let you think what you might.

The little minx is as we speak on the floor cooking up quality cocaine with fire and ice.

These witches are mine.

I love them all because their heartless and can never love me but succumb to the confusion for a time while they try.

And in return they learn what saves them gets them to their sabbats on time.

Equinoxs and solstices and demons and angels oh my.

Vivid imagery to say the very least.

Heaven and Hell are very real however because of the mind of mankind; which is hopelessly beyond his own coception of a perfect machine.

And that my pretty friends is an example of perfect irony.

My brilliance comes from being made to share this vessel I utilize with three completely separate entitys.

I am not what you would consider the traditional definition of what a "normal" human being would be.

That's why you don't know so many things as you might have that you did imagined before you just indulged in me.

These are my confessions I'm no fuckin usher though.

I'm a panderer of broken dolls that dont even know before they even came from womb they had already sold their mortal soul.

I am a cruel design blinded but yet I see everything at the same time. 

I wine and dine these women into submission gentleman's quarterly suave show them infatuation they thought was lost forever and you will pay me for the full explanation of the kind of chaos such a thing incites in their minds.

Just a clever parlor trick and nothing more. 

But it is my opening attack in every battle of every war.

Which I'm well aware I've already lost.

But believe me when I tell you that the rewards are worth fortunes more than the incredible costs.

Pain is inevitable because of my seduction but eventually for me at least it withers into just one more unfortunate loss.

And I can't be the one to keep your secrets anymore.

But you don't ever give a fuck when you give up you become an unstoppable storm when your no longer my paramour.

Show you where your warrior was or went and what hes inside of you for.

And you may lose your winnings along the way afterwards but that ill save to show you on another day.

Either that or take it to my grave, either way i bid you adieu it's growing late and neglect my lovely gracious date.