Spoken in riddles of velvet and shadows, like smoke curling in arabesque, with a sultry voice of dusk and grotesque. A waxen tongue, thick as the blade, that barely remembers the flesh it parted. Half forgotten in the blood's...

Sweet Lenovo, cold and grim, obsolete tomb of wires,circuits hum no whispered songs, now dead and gone.Reflecting the graveyard of your mind's shadow deep,of hollow ports and rusted pins booting up climes.A carcass-motherboard sprawled on plastic shores, taking it...

In tongue.Mouths opened wide whispering psalms of uncensored curses no hallowed plea no whispered prayer, just blasphemies with hollow echoes in candlelit balms. With teeth like tombstones in the cannery, the chalice cracks, the altar bleeds with a broken...

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔦𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯.𝔈𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨, 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢...

In tethered leather, monks chant, like embers smotheredunder holy ash, unraveling the soul with rope-burns in achapel 'neath earth stones with arched backed candles hanging in effigy with the decadent scent peeling flesh from the gall, dragging their fingernails...