Quietus

At this time I’m eating spiders with the corpses molding as they sail in the air,

I feel so blissful

With love in the ether

Black roses drip blood as they bloom in the field,

Hex, hex, hex,

Feeling alive as I am smitten with Death,

It feels good to be animated,

Walking amidst immortal, fleshly and undead spirits,

Petrifying faith,

Draining me,

Ceasing and intriguing my soul,

Dissecting me then abandoning my remains on our Throne,

Sacrifice me,

I become holy, a monster and a ghost,

Demented and unfinished,

Unpolished like an angel’s halo,

Crucifixions were once the desolation of my soul,

Oh how I long to incinerate in the fire then freeze just to go back home,

I whisper sweet nothings into the Devil’s ear,

Laughing,

They joke with me,

Singing,

Dancing in Heaven’s vaults,

I’m no longer alone