Lost to Funereal Desires

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

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025