Cenotaph Revenge
In my dreams, no my nightmares; in the sea hate with the absence of fate.
Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy
Repulsion. Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ's liquid,
Boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper.Then submerged fantasies
Unheard come close to my mind; undoubted sophism but real necrophylism.An
Ache begins inside, spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of
Damantion, yielding a substantial anger, makes me loose my will then o
Visual dream appears, a pretty child is smiling to me.Being defeated in
These meanningless morbid dimensions, vaccinating blood, bestial bellow,
Mouldy saw.Realization of what; the inflamation inside gets bigger with an
Increasing acceleration which is a varacious manner of torture.Displeased
Demands of a morbid mind are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of
A child's cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine.Turn the skin inside out,
Lick the vein veiled with blood. Button up his torn body with a rusty
Needle, vibarate the slender body, attach the penis inside the diseased
Porsions then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well.Make it
Pour, taste it's sour...
