Unhuman

I open the curtains of blasphemy of whose torn veils decorate and violate
The silent chamber's non - spoken stillness as if spectres dance in a masqurade
A lonely shadow brisks upon a long withered painting cast aside deliberate  
Staring through its hollow holes into the room while eluded epiphanies ressurect
 
Macabre visions weave a halo of dripping blood sliding down the skin
Embroidering seething stigmas emanated, defiled, sanctified by the sin
Which is committed with a rapturous zeal, opted for the remainder within
A glorious way to succumb into abyss, where all longings await you therein
 
As the shadow creeps nigher smelling your core shattered into thousand fragments
With its forked tongue tainting each atom that it licks with voracious movements
A sombre chill merges with a comforting repose, bestowing a nullifier sacrament
In the face of the gaping mouth wreathing all with nihility like a devouring serpent
 
Twisted limbs, decaying skin, crumbling bones and boiling blood are all that’s left
The smell of decomposing flesh is the fragnance of our heaven, all others we are bereft
Shed your earhtly substances, let them disappear into nothingness for a lengthy descent
For we are the newborn, the raiser, the maker and the ender… all we are beset
 
Close your eyes my dear, let the fond memories displace this unholy apparition
While gnawed by the million teeth biting your soul, heralding your accurst transition
Devoid of eyes, devoid of tongue, devoid of heart, but staying true to the affliction
Prepare for your aeons of torment, since you have become my son, the Unhuman.