Transuding Statue Phenomena

In a graveyard where the shadows roam

And the mist spreads out thick as foam

There’s a white Mary’s statue and a priest alone

Beneath the silent snowfall

And red tears drop on wish to touch

Where lust rises

Rigid among spasms of pleasure and a cilice close

To the penitence of vows as thorns of rose

Ma belle, my hell

I masturbate myself

with the icon 'pon my bed

If could blind walls of cell

Reflect the perverse

I’ve kissed where She bled

Weeping serum red

As relic I collect

Her scent with care I breathe

A menstrual fetish for

My private incest

Rigid among spasms of pleasure

And a cilice close as thorns of rose

On this evening when storm awakes

And her figure stands proud beyond the graves

There’s the last drop of faith and a priest insane

About transuding strange

And blood tears drop on wish

To touch where lust rises