Were my feeling to You incendiary, the Flame would shimmer round
Month: September 2020
Quantum
Your quisling, mealy mouth Entangles my death and life, In amber I freeze
Evil Night
My fangs drip, ready Saliva fills my mouth, moon Full, heavy, hungry
Perpetual
Annihilate my Ego, quench not my passion, My undying flame.
Light One Candle
The deluded find Delight in devastation; The lucid bring light.
Counter Reformation
Sinister somber Inquisitor sang, withered Minister crumpled.
