Visions Of Psychic Dismemberme

Blood pulses outward
Libation to NIGHT

Thrust into depths
Commanded by my Self
oblation to BLACKNESS
How cold is it?

Astral haruspices
Bowels ejected!
Pained screams

Indefinite streams of red
Currents pour out a sea of blood
From me

At last
I gaze inside the pit of Self
My shadows suffocate
I die again