Frenzy Heart

My frenzy heart, a rapture ghost, a dolor  art, an attic pulse.
And fey amour, a bleeding rose, the wealth of pain, a pier
Of prose. For rapture flare, a lofty ark, a flaming creed, a
Lightenin’ spark. And cult to tear, a sea of flames, a theory
Raw, the spirit slain. My frenzy heart, a mystic fig, a cryptic
Death, the root of twigs. And stab the soul, my violent vex,  
Explode the heart, embrace the hex. For rapture flare, the
Stream of gods, a field of blood, a sight macabre.  

My frenzy heart, a cultic ghost, a dolor art, an attic pulse.
And sketch the pang, a frantic line, a fragile vase, a sullen
Shrine. For rapture flare, my tear occult, a bless-ed fear, a
Spirit vault. And phantom clan, a world aflight, the sect  of
Faith, an orphic sight. For rapture flare, the stream of gods, a
Field of blood, a blight macabre.  

Frenzy: uncontrolled.
Dolor: a mental state of deep despair.
Sect: a school of thought.