From Streaming To The Stage: How Music Discovery Is Changing Concert Culture
Sasha Mednikova - 28 Aug 2026
My Dying Bride De Sade Soliloquy
Hang over me the drape Of superfluous Horror Aside Nocturnal trapping Wallow in my Art Crying and dying My sexual ecstasy The crimson stream That flows from you Magnificent, Supine, Red heaven gapes at me Dragged across putrid ground Mother scorns my glove A vile red heap I gorge my selfish dream Polite garden party If only they knew Lick the eyes To make them shine Peel the peach Cold with time The weight of fantasy That is not even mine Smell her wounds Rich more than wine The crimson stream That flows from you.
