They come in waves —
Black waters on the horizon.
Crushing weight dragging bone across coral haven,
A saw-toothed cadence.
Beneath spent flesh,
Cartilage threaded with putrescence,
Throbbing formations swell —
A rusty lobotomy appetent.
Pressure binds my hands,
Tongue clad in slag
Welded to the anvil,
Water boarded
With midnight goth-glam purple hues —
Insulting the despair.
Desperate for eternal release,
A bitter hymn for the architect of ruin,
My obsidian-veined addiction,
Kunai wielding necrotic phantom —
My tethering southbound executioner:
Basalt stone pressing,
Cracking against my shattered ribs —
An altar carved with compulsive desire.
A bloodletting for the plutonian prowler,
Sacrarium seeping with sacrificial cruor —
Eviscerating screams cutting across the internal mire.
Torment on hellhound’s mephitic breath,
Bringing me to my knees in subjugation —
My hallowed need of you.
Held in your crowning blackthorn,
Gnarled with cankerous execration,
Shredding my soul on the frozen shore of Cocytus —
The cimmerian lake of the dead.