...I heard exhortations of angels, imploring me to go back,
return from this place of lies detained by fatalistic
visions spurned, each glistening drop of truth held up for
greater scrutiny...

I'll be your sore to bleed
Keep draining fear the hole
Prone preying forced to kneel
Penetrated left to fall
All sacred offed to steal
Circled eyes of mauve
A plea, locked far away
Call me the whore

...I heard exhortations of angels, yet they were false and
impure, calling me forth to lure me into some false sense of
serenity, into believing if I just chose to annihilate the
pain through enforcement of carefully placed neglect I
could take control and banish these demons forever...

To hear your solemn promise torn
Bled reason, remains to scorn
Seen through the lies, where left these
Truths meant to swallow whole
Only suffer promise of

He put a pillow over her face and spread her scrawny legs
One finger, two fingers, breathe, breathe, blackness

When all the words collapse
Wasted pretty bruise is born
So we see where limbs break
This for naught

...They implored me to go back, to return to the place held
holy and secure but I felt their gentle arms which encircled
me to be of greatest bondage, struggling against what could
only break me in half, wings like issue, so much deciet

Hidden disease, for one
Endless disguise
This forlorn

Threads of lies hang down the garment which is my life I see
the world through a veil of suspicion and betrayal,
disappointment and desease...

Keep hidden filthy whore

 And touching this we may say what
is known by experience; that these
women satisfy their filthy lusts not only
in themselves, but even in the mighty
ones of the age, of whatever state and
condition; causing by all sorts of witch-
craft the death of their souls through the
excessive infatuation of carnal love, in
such a way that for no shame or per-
suation can they desist from such acts.