Fell from my window place
beneath three graves
I fell from Gods grace, into a void
hollow & sparse, hallowed & dark
beings desiring, they follow the whore
breathe in Hells fire
wearing masks of goat bone.
“Follow your heart
Hand me your soul
all eyes are on you tonight, stay .. stay”
Naked they writhe joined as one
horns of the ram grow from some …
Pleasures of the underworld
the pleasures of the underworld.
