Soul Gathered

We are pain, agonizing
Brutal, dripping in agony
Darkened needs labeled fetishes
And that's okay if fetishes are what we are

The need to be as we are
It is so deep it's ingrained, it's a soul
It's a symbiosis that needs to be fed
for it amplifies our everything

As we said the darkness oozes and drips
Like chocolate icing poured over a chocolate cake
To watch is to become one
To want, to hunger, to need

The pain, the pain that is wrapped
That is wrapped in torture, that is wrapped in love
That is wrapped in ecstacy, that is wrapped in the hunger
The need to feel, to feel that fighting squirming scream

It sends shivering vibrating waves throughout our darkness
There is pressuring waves as we move through nothingness
Death kisses us at the door as she drops her negligee
There is no pretense as she leads us in dripping cream

Hardening choices are made as pain is resurrected
A broken test tube filled by a defective condom
Is the knife used to cut a cake dripping darkness
and with hunger pouring out of a cake screaming in pain

We feasted on the cake with Death, the eternal darkness
Being of pain we both have many sweet teeth
We both have a need to share our form of grief
To share what we are, to indulge, and to display our souls