demons form a lump in my soul

Trembling with the terror, dirty disposition,
feeding into the chaos incarnate;
castration clogs brain cells,
as I die alone;

Why do I suffer?
It's what we deserve.



Shattered souls seep liquid glass to be infected; sown together
by demons, inner complication of broken bits; rusted hatred
tainted thought;


A dire eclipse
Sacrifical blood spilt.


Alone without a care;
to feast on flesh, to quell my metamorphosis
of meaningless existence and utter annihilation,
Corrosive flesh; scared, abandoned heart

Pestilent cocoon wrapped to sleep,
Grow a garden that I shall reap



Torn asunder; convulsing with the pulse of death,
waking from slumber; screeching in the brain,
splitting me in two...


Distant, the ticking of a clock.
Inconsistent decayed plot.


Matter ceases to exist exposing lewd reality;
collapsing; dissolving into the void evermore,
Regurgitated social values burn alive;
when the last candle goes out, the ritual is complete, eternal darkness...

I am a dying saint of Satan,
A worm with scabbed wings.