Black Dogs Circlin'

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.