Blood Beguiles Phantoms — Alghazanth

Sensations of anguish swallow me whole Anxiety drills its way to the marrow The quill I dip in the red ink impure To compose poetry by which they are allured

Mounted upon a three-legged horse My zest for life trudges forth An invitation to the phantoms unseen The kama-rupic rinds in betwixt and between

Like souls of sinners in purgatory fires Striving to escape the jaws of demise The remnants of unbridled human desires Severed from matter by the kiss of the Scythe

Concealed in the multitude of leeches Yearning to feed on my vitality I can sense the intensity of their hunger To consume what is still left of me

Predatory functions inhabiting not flesh As if vicious thoughts were floating around Sharing the collective curse The compulsion of parasite paradigms

Drained me dry and emptied my chalice Leaving but an echoing well behind Locked up I am in this dark chrysalis To hatch out devoid of body, soul and mind

Wrapped in the multitude of leeches Yearning to feed on thy vitality Thou can sense the intensity of our hunger To consume what is still left of thee