Lost to Funereal Desires

Undivine effigy, an impure ikon
Desanctify me, Master!
Dreeping with foetal debris
'neath the shrine I seek my fortune
So repugnant

Cloaked in morbid misery

My mouth is weeping in bliss
Frothing from the evident insence of entrails
Caressed with lips lacerated, smearing the fluids of a lost generation
In unity with the profane

Mesmerized by the forbidden kisses
Tongues slithering on my skin
Intrigued by the dissolution of the mind
Submerged into void

Creeping further towards my Master
A sinister shiver passes through me as he places a shushing finger
Against my lips and in an instant
I have become the son of Nil

Anoxia
Dissolution of the consciousness

Hollow minded
Enlightened by the presence of death
Pure futility exists

Dreary eyes expand as I'm carried down a torch-lit staircase
Before me walks my Master
Crowned with the funereal essence of Death's dominion
I'm exiled into oblivion

Cloaked in morbid misery but suddenly torn from the purity of naught
As a faint light appears and a woman is cast down, bleeding