You, the echoes of worms in universe’s womb,
The unholy star of my fiendish
hearts!
Once the livid bride shining in
chaos,
You would have me cuffed in your
tainted lips.
Oh, tender flesh and tenebrous
brilliance!
Endless thru the star fetuses’
graveyard I seek you,
And when night is lit in candles of
fossil dawn
My longing strays to have you
embraced.
Epochs of cadaveric times have come
and passed!
From the hours of passion’s wrath to
which we enshrouded
And the longing breaths of abyssal
sorrow
Now all is left with the stench of
your ambrosial miasma.
Sinful pleasures, chaste immorality!
Undying! Grieving nightmares of
future annihilations!
You withered in a ruinous star’s
descent
That leaves a ghastly light
haunting.
You withered! And in my vagrancy
I did not find any other corpse to
taint my veins,
So I torment thoughts and parchments
For you, oh moon, to hear beyond
dawn’s grave!
Decadent angel with nursing bowels!
Like a rusted devourer you had
embalmed me
And then to the thirteenth hell of
darkened lust
You hasted to make your apparition,
leaving me...
Leaving me as a sacrificial gift to
the chaotic twilight,
A souvenir of flesh and roses upon
the ivory bones altar,
Of flashes, twilights exposed
enigmatic, gruesome and livid love,
Lash of thy ebony hair, cool shade
of thy breasts which sieged me…
A natural lyric souvenir, excited by
your hypnotic glance
It feeds upon thy opium gown of silver
moonlight;
The throne that rules and binds
muses to gods
Bows in front of you, oh, moon!
You, protector of the sinful saints,
Awakened in me all my apocalyptic
quills;
Receive these words to carry them to
otherworldly planes
Like a relinquished echo of our
decay!
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