The beat continues, played by Hekate

Only the best can placate the beast in your breast. Learn to love again, you are more than a bio-organic machine. You can have autonomy without being an automaton.

Let the healing waters of (my) love wash away the rust from your eyes. Bathe in all the tears I have cried, see yourself as I see thee: perfect imperfection. Your flaws make you real, they make you human.

Only the dead are infallible, for that is the way you remember them. A stone cold idol, learn of the undead you place on your mantle. Ashen with fear, no bones rattling cages.

It’s all in your head, you make your own grave and imagine existence. Why can’t you give yourself some joy and love in your life?