Roman Candle of Deceit

Castration

In a pocket

Pierced through

Her skull,

in the socket

A bag of grain

Spit of acid

Crawling figures

Of dark illusion

Conjured of pieces
 
Of charred remains

Flesh & dagger

Cloak & soul

Commonly equipped

Of the fool

Barking at the door

Screaming into your mouth

Screaeching out the flesh

It relieves me







A gleaming orb
Clouded light
Smoke and Shadow
Covers malignant fright
Tell the Vicar so:
The old lady tortured
her kind. Raped and
bit their skin. Desolved
their bones. Now she
lives in a corner.
Burried all alone.
Disowned by beyond.
A Coward of Castration sings her
song.