Black Box

Pandora’s secrets clandestine, Hidden deep within the mind Succubi from alternate dimensions Manifest as our subconscious lusts I was a spell-caster, a sorcerer of the flame Infernal passions adorned with twilight lips Pale ghosts with nets Captivation I won’t forget Back in time, after traveling through the fourth plane I told my younger self the secret of the flame “Warmed by the thighs of Capricorn’s sluts Veritable hedonistic delights rush my blood Like a golden dreamscape forged in flame Fluxing adrenalines, berserkers go insane Spit the scorpion’s venom at the world of shit Heed the call of the void in the vicinity of her clit” Satan’s harem, the prince’s concubines, Take my mortal flesh and cease the passage of time My lusts sprint toward a new high