Chalice of Repentance

Springtime is sorrow, make love
Last until the heart is dead
Frost on the cracked glass, bleaching purity
Ride angel’s wings into heaven
Naked flesh a sick sight
Vomit into hair of sweat, feed
Myself on the lust of humanity
Devour orgasms of blood
Singing an ode of selfishness
Into a sea, putrid recognizance
A stench of sex so strong, taste
It on my tongue
Sweet poison caressing taste
Buds until death
Decay — corrode from the inside out
Rot, melt away — the coating of security
Now and forever, burns numbers in my head
Cum to my senses, turn back the clock thrice
Realization of desperation
Suffer virgin flesh — suffer loneliness
Together rode the wings of
Demons right into hell