Undivine effigy, an impure ikon
Desanctify me, Master!
Dreeping with foetal debris, ‘neath the shrine I seek my fortune
so repugnant
Cloaked in morbid misery
My mouth is weeping in bliss,
frothing from the evident insence of entrails
Caressed with lips lacerated, smearing the fluids of a lost generation
In unity with the profane
Mesmerized by the forbidden kisses
Tongues slithering on my skin
Intrigued by the dissolution of the mind
Submerged into void
Creeping further towards my Master
A sinister shiver passes through me as he places a shushing finger
against my lips and in an instant,
I have become the son of Nil
Anoxia
Dissolution of the consciousness
Hollow minded
Enlightened by the presence of death
Pure futility exists
Dreary eyes expand as I’m carried down a torch-lit staircase
Before me walks my Master
crowned with the funereal essence of Death’s dominion
I’m exiled into oblivion
Cloaked in morbid misery but suddenly torn from the purity of naught
as a faint light appears and a woman is cast down, bleeding