As Her Skin Weeps — Benediction

In the screaming blackest reaches The stertorous watches of cyclopean night Atramental immanence Till daybreak slashes with pernicious light

Exsanguine Obscene

In tremulous trepidation In anticipation of the lancet's caress In ever-desreasing consciousness For gratification of the cruelest request

Fellate me As her skin weeps

And though the bloom may wither, the petals gleam Leaking all scarlet ecstasy, glistening, free What use is pleasure if not born from tortured cruelty Bleed out your very life for the totality of my depravity