harlotry

 
inside the torment I sigh
grievous error to believe
in something beautiful

my horror will paint your landscapes
turning beauty into harlots
forever calling you to them
in shaded bliss

while blood glistens at a daggers tip
place your trust inside my hollow places
you will be blind to my sickness
with the feeling of the divine

immortally wrapped in desire
feasting from a breast full of wrath
incinerate your cruelty within my need
forever lusting your mortal reprieve

seek the affection of the damned
who in glorious revolt for your affections
stirs the discontent, inside me
my sex will climb atop you
and free you from hell