Whose Hand Embalms

Awakened by splashes
Of descending ichor

Hog-tied and gagged
Left laying in your innocence
Tremble in fear
Momentary loss of consciousness

Bound motionless to a table
Blinded by the pendulum of light

Held by the slayer of Able
Incense of the dead ignite

Hands draped in blood
Caress your porcelain skin

Depraved from your moral virtue
Condemned in the eyes of the son
Feel the steel rip through you
Never see the face of the one

Tear filled eyes
Lung filled screams
Your flesh is in pieces
Your soul belongs to me