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ABSINTHIUM ROUGE

Dust asunder in this cursed place
Far from the rays of Heaven's gate
Thy succulent semblance intertwines
With the sarabande of earth and sky
A pyrrhic dance, as the moon ever fades
Bolstered by the boughs of dying trees
Sickle, fickle as a scythe would maim
But unlike the dusk, mourns eternally

Two penchants borne from thy reckoning
That which carves widows into succubi
Down the many halls, like marrow of bone
Into spite they bled, a canvas dry

And those wings folded over thee
Bitter nails rip through hallowed soil
To greet the saviour, whose flavour
Wavered

Drawn lacerations upon the skin
Bless'd thine unbeing, unnamed therein
Beast of burden carry thy laments
Into the syzygy of life to death
Our fever was boiling over the cup
Those wormwood kiss'd misericordias
A passion, like cataleptic reveries
Give to me that what loathes divinity

A penumbra falls after lightning flash
A single blink between night eternal
Spent withering in her dark embrace

Under the flesh
Tearing the mesh
Liquid pareidolic phantasms vex
Into the night
Our carnal godless paradise
Unhinder me from light
As I sculpt madness over the divine

That fate was mine to bear
The coil of the serpent 'round the bend
Tightening on my will to resist

Fangs bare to you
I would absolve myself in thy pain
Taste that what disregards youth
Yet still so porcelain
Immaculate

The vein throbs like a sudden itch
A phallic twitch as I devour
She moaned once more and fell limp
But that heart yet beckoned my sip

Hers was the falling snow
Burdening the trees
A frost kiss that I shan't resist
Still a scar where I left her
And a livelihood turned literal
She, the coffin fucking whore
Breathes no more