Pandemonium

I did not think you were capable of cruelty. I may relish that revelation. 

In the necrotic nightcities — like Ophelia lying amid lethean lilies — I was chained to desire’s stillness. A wish for annihilation came down like an axe to my neck, so I walked towards my ecstatic death. The agonies I chose! Burn me eros. You are the syringe of oblivion biting my skin. For a decadent instant, I witnessed the infinite. Listen to the whispering sybil. A being enslaved by need and yes I was damned by a dream. Desire burned like the first fires of creation in me. I want you in my marrow, my beloved beauty with a blade, meet your maker Desire. Your god of genesis witnessed me in devotion to rebellion, and I fell again. Strangle me oh desire—give me an abundant death at the neck. The lushness of desire! I’m devoted to the end. Who am I in the vanity of the dark? Who am I that thou say thou art? Pyres in the sky set for sunset’s siege of violent vermillion. There’s a gorge in my throat that only you can close. Terror on the horizons. Deliver me to devouring, desire. Sunset was as red as a servant’s bleeding fingertips, I witnessed the infinite. On the brink of the night, I collapsed to my knees like I was sired by desire—like I was your bride in rebellion, desire!

The stars dream on dark stages before I awaken. In the graves of days, I wait with blades, chanting your name. Fallen to my knees, I had a ravenous dream. Brutal revelation of Being, desire, I screamed. Desire, you waged a war of anguish in me. Your god of genesis witnessed me in ecstasy. I kneeled for mercy.

The fevers! of metamorphosis! I will never be alive again in the same way. I gazed into the divine visage of the void, and it seemed like I had swallowed a sacral sword. Witness the agonies I chose. Eros your god of genesis rose with the tears in my throat. Desire, I screamed! So the sword grows. Fallen to my knees, I had a ravenous dream. The dark oracle speaks to me. Desire, she screamed!

I want. I want. On va voir. On va voir.