In the screaming blackest reaches
The stertorous watches of cyclopean night
Atramental immanence

Till daybreak slashes with pernicious light

Exsanguine

Obscene

In tremulous trepidation

In anticipation of the lancet's caress
In ever-desreasing consciousness
For gratification of the cruelest request


Fellate me
As her skin weeps


And though the bloom may wither, the petals gleam
Leaking all scarlet ecstasy, glistening, free

What use is pleasure if not born from tortured cruelty
Bleed out your very life for the totality of my depravity