desmodius

you may pray to the dawn, that i will be gone,
but my creatures are at your feet, and i am beside you.
in the moonless night, i glide through these city streets,
a monster man, the hated, the grotesque.
fuck it. i've made my piece with the beast.
but he needs his pound of flesh, and yours my sweet is best,
for the task at hand, for the rise of the damned,
a cocaphony of angels could shriek no better.
as i lay you in a casket of linament and lye,
to see you tise so heinously, so gorgeously,
the choirs of hell scream their praises of thy name.
with the flames risen to consume all.
my damnedest beauty, my failing disgrace.
how sweet you taste.
how sweet indeed.