Corpse Princess

Every night, my heart beats rampant, under the wandering guise of a troubled mind
Perceiving the shadows of vacant life lying stagnant
The playful echoes of footsteps repel below the ceiling, as drifting ambient voices greet the presence of the living
I walk through empty halls, below the gaze of roaming stars, eloquently painting the dreary night sky
The moon dwells in darkness and maintains itself as the epitome
A lantern harkening light towards the darkest fragments of thought the mind can muster
 Breeding the essence of horror within the human psyche as it trickles down to plague a conscious imagination
An empty shell of a home, blankets of dust and webs left to envelope all remnants those who had lived before
I quietly traverse the lonely room nestled at the end of the hall
Have I found myself lost in the jaws of the lion’s den, or have I fallen well within the depths of an infamous gallery of suicide
I am greeted to grotesque images life franticly sprayed among the mansion mold
At long last I have found her
Reunited with the epitome of my lust, quivering in fear amongst the others
  I succumb to the bellowing euphoria of rage, growing as if a violent cancer in the flesh of mankind.
     Trembling to the sadistic nature of my heart's content
     The sound of brittle bone tearing through decaying flesh
      It suffocates my heart's will to repent
      for past crimes lost to the abyss of time
       Where art thou now dear father                   
witness as your children choke under the stench of rotting bodies permeating within this holy land.
Wretched souls contorted by the indulgence of vile worldly pleasures.
Their voices strain for salvation
Yet, It is only after each has submitted to his heart's content, that he seeks forgiveness.
I bare witness that the gates of eternal flame shall bring them solace
For  a life of barren faith renders one shielded from fear.