The red spills through cracks in labyrinthine ravines
Cold listless flesh lay blued and ashen,
Flickers of orange dance in a strobe catching the dull light that once graced her eyes
Insipid, this heartbeat, rapid
And off bleak moment that passes
Syncopated breaths in the breadth of her passing.

As the stygian air ripples through the tides of despair.
A tearful mourning prayer,
The dagger-aware, hilted guilt
Cut her to the quick of her spout
Springing her wine like a cask
Anima in a flask,
In sated thirst, I ask

“Will you grant me forever now”

As the night fell.
Surrounded by my filth
Clotted in defecation
Unable to shake this struck remiss
As I fall further down
Abyssal torrents,
A tempest obscurant

Was this worth the cost?

Voracious hunger for knowledge unknown
****** to relive my immoral erebus nature.
I loved it as if my tenebrous fingers could cradle your light
But all my love is obsessed with the Chthonian ritual

Commune with Faust,
I’ve sold my soul to Mephistopheles
A sword swings above the crown
Damocles ******
When chasing Lucifer’s light.

“O light bringer
Will you grant me forever?
May I be of Eden’s fruits
Devoured by our crepuscular Eve?
I’m dying to know the cosmos like paint by numbers.”

I speak but the silence palpates
And the perfume of her rot creeps
The paraffin has ceased
As creasing orange and yellow shimmers retreat.

Here in the recess,
As the excess of her vitae slakes hungered lips
I knew that hell was real,
As I wake to the stake,
Prometheus fated —
I am but a carrion’s carry-out.