Do you want to shatter? Is the pull of it so strong it fills your thoughts and needs? To lose the structures formed from hours of social condition and polite family events, from PTA meetings and political debate, from Christmas dinners and office meetings. Emrace searing pain and sould bending degradation, to break into a billion little peaces of sand then blown away by the storm of you.
Stripped of all of this you are raw, you are core and primal, you are free.
Are your desires dark as pitch, dark as coal, dark as midnight. Do you revel in perversions layered one after the other, an endless onion, tear-filled in descent?
Past the red wall, past the shattered glass, past the howling beast, tear at the thin ice.