Dancing flames burn
like a womb within a womb
on the walls the shadows turn
and move with the rhythm
nine by nine
the chanting grows
slowing time
within the groves
beneath the silv’ry light of moon
the circle sings
an ancient tune
written in their hearts
The wretched ghastly yawlp,
Oh the aethereal tides
yearning for totality
in destruction
An ocean, a single mass
rotting horseman nigh
a hatred unstaunched
They are our cracked mirror
transmuting fangs, poison
messangers of undying screams
What do they hear?
Perhaps this curse is just the id
wanting not but for to want
enternally unrealized consumption
forever in unsatiated dreams
This decay that surrounds me is,
in the truest sense
permeateing and […]
Sing sweet lies to me
gentle lover
tell me of my beauty and virtue
this bloody face and rotting soul
yearn to be the ties that bind
Devour my sickness
sweet forever
offer me eloquent platitudes
I need to crush your face
beneath the soles of my self-loathing
Burn in my chaos
dear darling
feed my dissonent ambivolence
this pedestol of flesh
will raise me above myself