Tortured Soul Asylum

"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don't despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death's poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I've prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven's tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden's tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum's haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women's skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I've prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I've seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian!