Unholy...

i won't be the whim

i won't be the fantasy

i won't be real.

just another tragedy.

goblets overflow in wait.

the acid devours all tangents;

burning in emancipator bliss.

voices muffled by the pain.

the gurgles of crimson boil over

hissing in their triumph.

the visions bleaks and fades.

the shrieks just in mind.

the roddents scamper all around

finding, just to find.

the blindness overpowers all senses.

the euphoria so unprecedented.

suspension in nothing entrances.

enchanted being held captive.

blazing flames engulf all.

piercing the ruins of decay.

the flesh withers to vanish.

bones succumb and annihilate.

eating pieces of the self,

the matter stinks of woe.

alone in plain withdrawal,

creeping to the rising foe.

strangers, shrouded, come for me;

the unholy crest of mass...

HESITATE...

no philanthropist disguised,

he's stark obvious in his needs.

with cold talons gripping me,

he prepares for his ritual.

his paleness glows in the dark.

the eyes smolder my weakness.

as if an angel dropped from above-

the only difference is of devastation!

the purple skies- a weak omen.

for the beatification is imminent.

i decant the last remanents-

the leftover of my guts-

upon the angelic skin of your feet.

please, hesitate before you grope.

please, hesitate before you devour.

your devout prey, in shambles forth you,

appeals for some hesitation in judgement.

Pray! save me not, though!

i've wanted it for so long now.

its already too late for the delay.

i see the dripping cyanide fill

that would soon undo me.

it tastes saccharine, the last memory.

preceding the death of what i am...