Mephistorium

Vast are the thorns that in my aenima plague carved

Yet distant the sob they tore from within

Never let my yawning gashes by light be defiled

And Heaven ablaze wilt bleed wrapped in laments.

Is passionless the desire I burn with?

Teach me to suffer for the ageless bliss

In scarlet magic to drown enraptured

Like the dreaming chaos in it's king like exaltation

Whither hast thou my muse interred?

Never was I whom the stars besought

A flight with no wings require I not

The dreadful forbidden name is but a thought.

Open up,somber vault of lifelong abstention!

And amidst the forgotten my fears receive

For they giveth me naught save the weakness

The wormholes festered,in the skin of my sanity.

August are the sights of the raging tempest

The lambs with the vermin attributes weep

For oblivion impends unfurling it's velvet embrace

Their silent mortician to be.

Into the lunarchways majestic I cut myself loose

As the full moon orchestra plays enchanted

And with the manifold faceless guises of night

Beneath the wolf crown aflame I open the gates...