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NEMERTEAN : OF BLOOD AND LACHRYMOSA

Some dead December, a credence to stay
Clipping of the rose that my charity lent
Of my vainglory, even Faust would disdain
Eager to thicken lust-clouded cataracts yet
These needles of spite, pound into the flesh
To bite lower lips, sweet lachrymiform freed
Whereupon satyr wishes, my dreams are enmeshed
Colder still, is the snow upon which you bleed

Gestating in sickness and in health
Nemertean whores all the same in the veil
Chrysanthemums reddened and swelled
Nemertean whores all the same in this Hell

Urged
Bitter taste of hate seed
Purged
Libido lobotomy

Clung to the tether, enchained in-between
My heartstrings are weak by that reginal tomb
A womb of perdition incised by my greed
The stigma impure, in doctrine would bloom
And swooned by the morning, her venom in veins
Scratched all upon me, in frailty, memoriam
Nocturnal reprieve, an emaciating shame
Pyrrhic vampyrism, forsooth my malediction

But woe-be-forgotten, lady dusk nought hindered
This tachism upon skin canvas, phyllotaxic
Obsession imbued, her glow that soon withered
Her plunge into madness would hasten ulosis

Could you persuade me otherwise?
In submission and your closed irides?
Whereupon me you would never die?
And underneath, you are edified?

Saccadic and dripping
Hind-limbs tightening
Ecstatic and tipping
Feverously pounding
Deep and resounding
Phallic, corrupting

Gestating in sickness and in health
Nemertean whores all the same in the veil
Chrysanthemums reddened and swelled
Nemertean whores all the same in this Hell

Urged
Bitter taste of hate seed
Purged
Libido lobotomy

Dancing with the carrion, her fecund masterpiece
Like a witch, she whispered abyssal pleasantries
Enamoured by the mystic glaze, I exalt her in the sheets
Like flesh into stone, the mask of clemency
Her passion was my grief

So burn I will amongst the covetous
But not before I leave you bloodless
Skewered from head to toe
Pain and lust were never foes

As I�
My steel contempt
That Death could not avail me
In my piercing gaze
But a mirror to her starving womb
She would leave me ecaudate
The serpent and the sorceress
Spiraling in eternal effulgence
Absinthial tephrosis

Gestating in sickness and in health
Nemertean whores all the same in the veil
Chrysanthemums reddened and swelled
Nemertean whores all the same in this Hell

Urged
Bitter taste of hate seed
Purged
Libido lobotomy