-cicatrix-

cogitating macabre aphrodisia
ashen allure painted
on ghastly faces

we are

tattered wraps of lackluster
time
passes
time passes on like glass raindrops
splintering through flesh

we are the dead

let me elucidate
your ostentation of us
your concupiscent brutality
delivers us to you
with bells and whistles
torpid
self-immolation to copulate
what you can never conceive

we are the undead

embrace this underlying truth:
anorexic supposition
subverts your armament
a lachrymose contemplation

we are amaranthine

damnable creatures of shadows
cerebus of the mantra:
forever is a long time to wait


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Khepary, in the year 90 MA.