A Welcome Displeasure - text
Oh purest of nights was to drink incessantly
From these veins.
Beauty in comparison to no other.
A standard made in flesh will in sickening
Glory run feverishly upon the razors edge.
Admiration, this night shall end.
How she loathes the sight of herself.
And with every frantic thrust, her pallid,
Supple veins (showered in orgasmic tides of crimson)
Have quivered st their very sight.
What once was desired is now a mere sickening depiction,
A face so macabre.
Convulsions induced by vomiting.
No more a seductress, no less a queen.
In detest of her mere reflection,
Her youthful complexion once adorned.
The paths carved through arterial fabrication
At the hands of herself.
You disgust me, she screams with hoarseness in her throat.
The razor, its soliloquy silences all:
How beautiful its merciless sway.
Her eyes, they close for one last time.
All impurities unwashed in this filth and dishonor.
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- Those Now Sleep Forever
- From Burning Sentiments
- Perpetual Abyssma
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- 2. Venomspitter
- 3. Those Now Sleep Forever
- 4. A Welcome Displeasure
- 5. In Vastness, I Transfigur..
- 6. From Burning Sentiments
- 7. The Greatest Deception
- 8. Perpetual Abyssma
- 9. Mara
- 10. Deadworld Reclamation