A Sutra Of Wounds - Code

There’s something in here

Choked, pleading, turning on a tourniquet

Leather bound witches skin dolls sway

Long lithe naked faceless bodies slide

And the pain

Is sensational

And in the dark

Your succubus

Is gibbering

And hungry

Scream your elegy to me

I’ll christen you with scars

Follow me beyond

The measure of fatigue

Scream your elegy to me

And I’ll christen you with scars

I’ll break you on the shores of fatigue

Close tight and caged

Tumbling, cascading

Arms and mouth restrained

Numb limbs a nimbus of pain

And the heat

Is sensational

And as you fall

Almond eyes turn

And the heat

Is sensational

And within you fall

The distance

Is vertiginous

And hungry

Scream your elegy to me

I’ll christen you with scars

Follow me beyond

The measure of fatigue

Scream your elegy to me

And I’ll christen you with scars

I’ll break you on the shores of fatigue

Irradiant fires

I desire oblivion

Across our eyes is enscribed

Dominion

And will these wonders end

Irradiant fires

I desire oblivion

Across our eyes is enscribed

Dominion

And this wind hastens night

And in the night

On the borders of fatigue

Here flesh is a language and through

It you speak

On succulent blades

You are crippled and maimed

Walk with me

On the landscape of pain

Chain yourself to desire

And I’ll christen us with scars