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