Ritual

They came, compelled and enlightened my will to kill
They came inside, forced in dictated rituals
These dreams, they drowned me in seas of uncertainties
Their murmuring, mesmerized my unsound mind, seized

What if I'm just a pulse within an empty shell?
What if my purpose, my powers, were to possess?
What if bliss's blessings could spread only through pain?
What is liturgy, if not the wholeness of me?

Ingraining within, pulsating, binding me through
It's slow rooting in, it's held over my being
My love for lives, for sacrifices is pleasing
I'm not myself now and I'm looking to find you

Arouse me my muses, cry for me; bleed for me
Your agony inspire me notes so lovely
Let loose to compose my mellifluous rapture
Whence stem the climax of my will, my soul's scripture

They are you and I am them hence we all are one
In a symbiosis of spells, spirits and corpses
Blood mixes my cum as I cut you, cut myself
Blood tied, lied down, my semen flows through and on you