The Flowers of Sadism

My blood has staled in my mouth The snake releases its own tail My eyes pool and blacken as they drill the mortal shell Their dilation exhales the holy Youth flees out their fume and billowing breath Affection yields to its shadow in the cradle of transmuting death An infernal focus tightens An arrow of vision shot outside the periphery of God Revelations flood clean the poppies from Heaven Its language is lost and perdition blooms within me My chest in heartbreak tilled His ill will held close to the garden bed My loosened soil I offer to its seeds and dark grace Fall within and find root beyond its opening gate Inside a knotted bud, the petals of my freedom form A new strength flowers within me The curdled word of pain pours from the rot of love denied The dream of survival dances to life against the body of the moon A starless trail to Saturn shines in the light of her boon A new strength flowers within me The curdled word of pain pours from the rot of love denied An infernal focus tightens Perdition blooms within me Carried on the winds of adaptation From the grave of prey to the throne of indignation A ravenous appetite is whetted by loss This pain seeks a new heart to shape