Angels Before Man

by Rafael Nicolás

I thought, that if all this pain inside was so great, I needed to find a way to pull it out.

He gets me.

How beautiful — to die. How merciful. To exist and then to not, to have your time be spent, to have everything only once.’

I can’t stop thinking about how it must feel to know nothing except that you can die.”

I am still thinking about this.

The demons fashioned him a crown of bones, thorns, and weeds that gave him the illusion of having horns. And they loved him.

Absolutely brilliant