DEUS MORTEM------------------ DEATH GOD

Mystic misty mayhem miss
why give this talk
in twisted kiss
SheΒ is a gravel-voiced trap
declared that grave no longer saved
I wonder now as story folds
beneath an orb stolen cold
amongstΒ phantoms loved and lost
listen while selling you the cost
Hermit deceased from the shell
fearing life
buried inside a weeping play
cursed beside your stillest day
nights comfort given
as I reached to steal the welded vision
Do you
hear
that voice in brittle dust appear
cracking age on the bones retreat
flowing sticky with crimson drowning
I release the hour trapped
for im, the ghostly map
traced upon your velvet flesh
each taste bitten by the last
deus mortem
Β

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