Killing Me Softly Within The Touch Of Madness And Thunder

Within the cathedral of remembrance my dewy alabaster skin I softly titillate      
My passion, my desires, will be thy downwards fate        
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular’s spines        
Within my lair once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, infatuation, rash action, suffering        
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind        
Scented flesh, potency as a spell, devoid of sips of sweeten wine        
        
One by one        
My siren calls to gloom unto suffrage under the forsaken of my tongue        
Nakedness in the lust of immortal men minds they eagerly come        
The stairs of divinity I have unjustly in my renunciation never to peruse        
The power of her enticing lullabies no man shall blindly refuse        
Inholding unto my legion I deceive        
Makeshift love bits for the eyes to believe, the emotions of hunger to appease        
         
My dialect, my touches, my rose covered bed, you sink deeper, I prevail        
Spinning entwine lucidness tales        
Devouring bloodlines, then spitting the marrow as hearts bleed into the devilish burning wishing well        
Like a spider slinking on the road to the beguiling soul        
Refusing deprivation, the uplifted to the clouds, descending into the afterlife, now exchanging mortality to horns to pay the toll        
         
Eyes closed, surrendering in the abyss of the release, eaten hearts, emptiness is owning the pulsating chamber’s lease        
Life forces drained in the sensual rewards of destruction        
Woven and spineless, voices in union, cries, uprise in corruption        
Worshipping to thee no harmony to console        
Ate, the goddess, you taste of her ruin savored upon lips as she earthly patrols  
 
The corridor of my soft awareness, yearns, I come to seduce, from the alluring of my cajoling voice        
The road paved to Hell within directions, signed my name in your blood, having no conscious or obsolete to think with a sound choice
Infatuation of the jester’s tainted kiss        
Venomous liaisons bitten by the bliss        
Submitting one’s will to pleasure the sacredness of self as a fallen gift        
         
In Greek mythology, Atë, Até or Aite was the goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse who led men down the path of ruin. She also led both gods and men to rash and inconsiderate actions and to suffering.    
Até also refers to an action performed by a hero that leads to their death or downfall.