Perhaps that be a whore you see. Or perhaps a young, virginal, unmarried maiden Is just a woman of the night not yet made: Who has yet to put dirt on her white gown, Or money in her fair pocket. You can judge a book by its cover But the cover is usually far cleaner, … Continue reading #169 – Grin
I am above the sun - The sol invictus! Not bound by gravitation, nor fate. I am above the moon - The lunar anicetus! One will - Indivisible and its own only. I am known by names such as Diabulus! In my demonic, blackened and enthralled state I rule and reign upon my throne of Satanas! One way - … Continue reading #168 – The blackened sun
Give me those fingers to entwine in mine. Give me those lips that blush as do kissed hips. Sunken cheeks which suggests your heart is at my behest. And so it be that you’re enthralled by me. And so I show by what I do That the time I give is for you.
I - The Father of darkness Reign. I rise, As I bury my throne deeper. I fall, As I bury myself in slumber. I rain, Like rays upon thy Grave. Like the blood when flayed which Stains your legacy. I - The unquestionable tyrant of heresy. Curse the sun! O' blackened sun of the morning. … Continue reading #166 – The seeking prince
Insatiable hunger: A passion that never subsides. Tireless slumber: A body with unwakeable eyes. We live Lying in our death throes. We die Crying in a deaf world. One may hope And one may wish, But never know what lies betwixt Our thoughts And experiential slopes.
What is love if not gilding of the living flower? What is hate if not this flower left to sour? With each passing and coming day, These precious petals are blown away.
Heaven's hell is a hell indeed. Hell's heaven is hell instead. Flames that erupt from holy seeds; Through passion my suffering and freedom is wed. The seas break and scream. The skies are pierced and torn open. Falling like a meteor: shattering the dream. Hell's king is Earth's with broken wings. From submissive stance he … Continue reading #163 – Crown of thorns