I stand naked before youin a cacophonous windbeaten and barelike Caligula's whoreused and discardedbruises of your pleasurestill fresh upon my mind.My breath ragged and coldwhispered pleas for releaseheard only by the ancient behemothsof pain and agonythat sway and dance in the abysmal mistswith the spirits of the broken and shatteredat the edge of this realm of insanity.My words now deemed aprocryphallips sealed by the thorns of abhorenceeyes cast to the moldering groundgazing deep in the miasma gathering theregrowing steadily beneath your blind eyeas you drink the tattered remnants of my soulfrom a chalice of cold silver and disregard.
