I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold. Death vents no warm breaths. The rigor mortis of my cadaver constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.   They say Hell is hot - oh contrary! The inferno keeps no dancing flames, my abyss tis’ one of...

in your unhinged state you miss somethingto caress a notion and really feelthe darkness greets do you yet know your Mistress?strung along on vowel and vowgripping tongue of mirthyou stir and then departgrazing the lustthen never fulfillingcovetous need face...