I’m not dead. As you all know, I’ve been beyond the valley of exceptional silence these past few months. But now, I am back to feeling good again; like myself, and back to feeling immortal. Which means I have declared myself as OFFICIALLY back to work >:’D I’ve missed it so much, but as we all can relate, I had some personal issues to tend to first. I am better now though, happy again, and raring to go!! I’d like to start off this stretch by saying a few things before I go back down into the depths of my castle and start putting the finishing touches on my 2nd EP. It is all written, structured, & about 75% demoed after all >;) Today I’m diving head first into darkness. As the day goes on, the joy in my resentment towards others rises. And some say it’s not healthy or good to carry hate in your heart. But they are wrong. I wouldn’t call it “hate” what I feel, but more or less a strong sense of resentment for fucking traitors. And let me tell you, I’m just fine. I’ve survived, and quite laughably so. I haven’t felt this good in a while. So here’s one for the reports; to all who walk in disbelief, casting their false spirits, framing the world to believe they are something they nothing of. It is just now that I’m starting to see why some of us die the hero, and why some of us live long enough to see ourselves become the villain. This is where reality sets in between the two. I’m a believer in an-eye-for-an-eye. I don’t feel entitled to happiness or success. I don’t thrust myself into things that do not pertain to me. I don’t meddle, which is typically a reversed trait of a queen of darkness, but…. My time is not spent meddling in the unknown, but weakening the sources and strengths of the subjects that do concern me. Tearing down matters that don’t deserve a leg to stand on. That’s what evil does. That is the work of a villain. No playing games. There’s always a plan in place. Most of the time gone unseen, even at times unrecognized by those it is aimed for. Evil work and duty is a very selfish fix and pleasure. Quiet, still air is the most harmful to man. Knowing that in itself makes you that much more of a threat and dangerous. It is hard to travel willingly in the midst when you feel there is a stranger in the land. It is even harder to travel on when these strangers disguise themselves as something so pure and loving; a delicate flower, or a comfortable looking tree stump. But we must remember they are poison. Malicious. Don’t give them a chance at an attempt to overthrow you. Do what you must to protect your frame of mind. You want to see a villain? You got it. But I don’t play clean. That is exactly what this next set of songs is about. I thought that my hatred, resentment, and heartlessness had been locked away for what feels like centuries. But it has resurfaced. Which I think is the answer to why I’ve been able to write, structure, and add to my songs over the past week and a half/two weeks. That feeling that I get. That tickle in my stomach and the blood rush I get amongst my own thoughts; I thought I had forgotten you. What it feels like to be near you again. So close, so enchanting. You tempt me with the taste of sweet revenge. The pressure and high of good anxiety. The feeling of sleepiness from my mind being in overdrive when I hear the footsteps of my foes. I love you. You encourage the girl I never thought I could be. Fuel the fire I’ve only just begun to start. Tempt the temptress so she may learn anew. This return, my dears, is for you.