No matter how "alpha" of a man you are, you'll meet the omega you fear the most. You *will* meet Death Herself. You *will* fall before Her, no matter what your will is: first, on your knees as She appears out of thin air; then, to the ground as the gusts of Her Storm pushes your body and pulls your soul. And She is going to tear your flesh apart, She is going to rip your weak cardiac muscle from your chest without anesthesia, She is going to exsanguinate you and drink your blood in front of you, and you'll watch helpless, fallen beneath the weight of Her Feet. And as you die, you won't fully die, not until She wants you to: you'll still feel and watch Her Fury, just a fraction of Her Wrath. And, as you feel the uttermost cosmic pain, you'll enjoy it, and you'll want to ask Her not to stop, but you won't be able to vocalize as Her Presence vacuums any sound or electromagnetic radiation like a million black holes. One part of you'll scream inside in agony, claiming for a "Fatherly God" to help you, but your "god" fled from Her Presence, he can't protect you from Her. Because substance is nothing without a substrate, and the substrate predates substance. So is light, nothing without Darkness, becoming nothing before Darkness. Darkness has existed since eternity and will always be, inevitably, inexorably, ineffably. Because She is the Eternity, She is Darkness, She is The Goddess, She is Death, the One who you fear the most and, deep inside, who you desire the most. She is your end. And your end began before you were even born: you're fated to rot and to decay like a laughable biological bag, and that's just a quick peck from Her Lips, before Her full, Cosmic Kiss. If I were you, I'd knee before Her, before it's too late (oh, it already is!). Tags: #dark #art #drawing #occult #occultart #darkart #transgressiveart #darkpoetry #lovecraftian #horror #horrorart #cosmichorror #occulthorror #femmefatale #Lilith