Sweet seduction singing in my ears. The old man invites me to inhabit is home. I slip into his lap where hell pulsates through me. How precious he seems. How intoxicating he is. How I want to love him. How he hates. He devours my soul. He torments my flesh. His erotic fingers massage my mind. His lying tongue licks my soul. The old man sits, waiting, wanting me to fall into his embrace. I’m falling, slipping, slidding, yurning, desiring. Yet, I know this old man will slaughter my soul. Is be...

Blood flows, slows Trinkles and drips. Red walls As I fall. Imprisoned mind On my corpse you dine. Distortion of reality Contortion of mentality. Echos and memory. Shadows and sensory. Fingers bathed in blood. Feet slip, slide in the flood. Agony of sin. The fate of men. Distortion of reality. Contortion of mentality.

If I were to tear my skin off, would you see me? If I were to rip my tounge from my mouth would you hear me? If I were to scrape my scalp apart and bash away the brain would you think me smart? Perhaps if I were to turn to shreds your ears you would hear me. Perhaps if I gashed at your eyes you would see my view. Perhaps if I picked to pieces the parts of that pathetic mentality you would be smart. Colors are for sunsets and rainbows and flowers. Skin is a dressing by which you curse me. The...