Robes of Darkness

wretched blackened sophistries eating all the painful cries tempting sweat and pornography bleeding out through their eyes diseased and rotten catalysts linked with their bodies sex slick and tainted orifice with deceitful plans to annex listen to the moans and calls watching with those gaudy queens lovely souls of washed out pain broken tramps of sordid dreams swaying in the foul warm winds the robes of station tattered then bloody skins of putrid violation carnal lusts and growing sin strung out on desirable creation and all that god's loose vanity enticing drops of euphoric tension slick, slipping ropes of insanity this animal's reign of disorder lapping poison from the wounds gray dogs at retribution's hands greasy salvation comes too soon enjoying all the wicked sport twisting as they watch the rapes masturbating to the droning sound sensual motion within the shapes those angels broken by the fall forward in the line of sensation such a prostitution of power brought by horror to elation languid traces of their ill intent mouths wet with intense thirst scan the flesh for scars and burns draining souls just to be nursed glassy nipple of hungry seraphim's leaking venom into the broken maws attached to all the maliciousness bloody stitches fester in their jaws watch with horror from the throne laughing while his new children feed this god rests his fattened hands and watches the slaughtered lambs bleedMy apologies, I'm in a rather dark period at the moment. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 07:24 AM PST   0 • 9