Flesh Gallery (OCAEN)

Thoughts of a faraway familiar day
Batter the ashen gates of my memory
Seeds of necessity and lust
Are nurtured by the rain of opportunity

As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery
The spectacle of the throngs of dancing corpses
Fuels my urge to satisfy
The ancient desire
Hammering noises from within
Pit of me
Drown the voice
Of Reason
Resonating within me
Melt away
The substance
Of Restraint

From across the chamber
I sense her
As if her
Burning
Emits
A sweet savor
Issuing the famished an
Invitation to the feast

As she displays
Her aching for all to see
Playful exploration
Dance of seduction
Within her vacant, distant eyes I see
I see what was once a glimmer of innocence
But all innocence
But all innocence
Eventually falls prey
To Reality
As I stare
Deeper into the cavity
Where her soul once lived
The ancient summoning
Of Belial pierces through the pungent air

Caressing my yearning flesh
Stimulating the craving
Whispering lies to the
Wolf at the Door

And from across the chamber
She senses me
As she answers the call of Belial
Avarice controls our
Subconscious thoughts
And breaks the black walls

As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery
The spectacle of the dancing corpses