prime evil
A black marble altar, in the middle it stands,
One thousand candles light at her command.
A torrent of evil, wind cold like a ghost,
My life no longer my own, It belongs to the host.
Prime evil is what she has just for me.
Prime evil I'm lost in her eyes can't you see?
Complete control, I'm her sacrificial goat,
I am all hers, she dressed in black, a hooded wool cloak.
The air in here smells of a million years or more,
Nude, tied to the altar, what does she have in store?
I feel what I'm tied to is, is red and sticky, what's that smell,
She laughed and she chanted about my life in hell.
Where have I been to, what can I be shown,
I have never in my lifetime, felt so all alone.
Even though the sounds of cloven hooves ,
It's her and I together, no one else around.
A pearl handled dagger, just adds to my despair,
Where is my love, who said, "dont have a care"
The dagger it pierces above my beating heart,
As it's pushed in, she said, we now start.
2007-11-20
08:06:07
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