Slashers moon

The full moons rise
that pulls the tides
and curdles deep emotions
 in its opelecsence ray
the cutlass blade, unstained displayed

Was carved as it dissects the cloud
I am compelled in midnights shroud
a virgins flesh, its pleasures taught
to sacrifice with terrors shriek
 heal the wounds that lie beneath

Stalk naked neath a velvet cape
 spatter it with plasmas rake
 the devil in conspire is caught
the lunar pull the veins pulsate
the fountains spurting, spate

Upon the altar tied with snakes
to where my consciousness levitates
 now the meridian its rays contort
to lay the blade and mark the cross
 satanic rupture, the night embossed

For it is pleasure waxes pale
the thirst to slash and blade impale
when the moon will rise and nought
can brake the phase repeated forth
vermilion of self harm, this slasher caught