Hell, a beckoning circle, a
means to summon thee.
In the womb of wombs – to return to infancy.
I am understanding, I will solve the meaning.
I am illusion, I will manifest in perfection.
Stagnated despair, my inner urge serenades.
I am the ashen moth to my flame,
I walk with the fire of will.
My secrets lie beneath the ruins of I.
Spiral unto me in serpentine song.
Autoerotic slithering, scarletly draped in lust.
Nocturnal emissions drip into
the gaping chasm of flesh.
A crescent moon, a dancing star,
becomes one with the All.
The golden path of her gateway
Agape, In arabesque, adagio.
The seed of the beast, the milk of her breast,
I drink deep from thy chalice blessed.
In harlotry whoredom, my mistress of unity.
The singular current of eternal salvation.
Fear no longer dwells in this heart of will.
Indivisible blood now flows,
scarletly draped in love.
I destroy myself to create myself.
I am nothing. I am everything.