Indulgently I kiss the embers mouth.
Invicting, the old pain to return.
For I cannot sustain the rythm of slaughter.
Without it.
Now caught by the fine net, of a chaotic domain.
I have found its centre, for it knows my pain.
Hungers awareness we run for the edge.
Dropping like fever, through the damson bled.
Cool as infinity, this violet knife, a blurred haze crowds, like the confusion outside.
As we forget shame and are ripe.
PUNISH ME! For my ritualistc needs.
And
Banish ME! To worlds where the vicious feed.
A wasted torrent, of an embodiment forged.
A blood filled mouth, the demon, flesh gorged.
The pleasure of knowing, the seduction of steel.
Relentless, thick breaths
As I draw his throat.
Cease, cease.
Indulgently I kiss the embers mouth.
Invicting, the old pain to return