Ashtoreth preys
On unwary beings
Using her sly wit
And beguiling smile
She twists and dances around
Burning her figure
Into the soul's retina
She's all thoughts
And hallucinations
That they all think were meant to be
They'll fall in love with lust
Then despair
When they find themselves seduced
And forgotten
Amongst the ochre smoke
Embedded and immobilized
In Hell they are in
They fail to find
Dante's secret door
Deeper they wander
Not quite dead
Nor blessed with living
Ashtoreth has given
The sweet ambrosial water
From the gods
And there in Hell they'll stay
Immortal
Surviving by serving
Sin's brother

The gods of my mind
Feed my spirit moondust
And I float through
A plastic purgatory
Everything rushing past
Absent, gone,
Blissful detachment
(Until reality forces itself inside)
I take a bite of my life
Bitter,
Like the moon.
I find the worst things in life
Are free, as I stare above
At stars and other people
(With the same pain as mine)
Searching for an angry fix.
The stars are just broken pieces
Of glass stuck in
The machine- cut night.
I bite the feet of my confusion
To keep it from stumbling
As I drown underneath
The upper hand.
Bitterness on the back of my throat.
I unsubscribe from my own mind
Because I don't get it anymore.