Silence shattered
In broken bloodlines
Fell phantasm shape
Grip and choke
Torn moonlight façade
Of daylight masquerade
Until infantile instincts
Caress the lock
On the mask of
Inquisitioned ecstasy
Pleasure masked as pain
Slips in bemoaned perspiration
And lubricates the leash
Restraining the ardent beast
Whose jaws forever vice
The tongue of inhibition
To ambitious rage
Weakened at the knees
And all is to fall
Into its rightful place
Pray there is no god
To see you enjoy
Your fall from grace
Suckle euphoria
From the lips of
Sweet pneumatic innocence
And feel its sickness
Sustain your decay
Feel ambulating darkness
Grip you to your seat
And let your blood feed
The ever-assailing endowment
So it may one day
Pull juvenile desire
Into a salivating
State of ruin
Blight edge ever
So very slightly
Into the depths
Whilst in search of
Those tantalizing tears
In their ever so
Sweet saccharine desolation