Black veils
Gray corridors
Lost in the labyrinth
The abyss
Where am I?
No mirrors, just shadows in the ruins of a life that has become Ghost Town
Screams in the alleys
Hushed howling in the winds
A voracious appetite for blood
Floating corpses
Gutted bodies from incestuous lust
Demons that haunt us, the lingams and yonis
Whips and domination
I own you
Crawl to the altar, kneel, and rip your leather costume off
Party over
I will tie you up under the crucifix
Milky figures in the mist, no light, no candle, no priest
The saints are dead
We’re the condemned ones
Forever in purgatory
Where we drink our blood and eat our own flesh
And our faces turn ashen and white
We’re rats, dancing the tribal dance of cannibalism
The cries of the lost ones haunt our dreams
The nightmare you were running from
Get your feet singed in the hot embers of the fire
The Inferno you were destined for
The volcano of darkness is your home now
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