Funeral Fornication - Torture Feeder

Torture Feeder
Nymph of darkened dreams
So absurd it seems
That I should wake from nightly rapes
Upon my soul with throttled screams
Vehement anxieties
The forest for the trees
I despise with open eyes
All of the demon I'm able to see
Deep in mental caves
Courageous thoughts enslaved
Inner man becomes a whelp
Suckling on the breast of hate
A kiss that leaves a scar
With words that break ones heart
I die inside when I look in her eyes
From another world set far apart

Naught is left save one for the grave
Dire memories come flooding like disease
Blooming rage like leaves
Torture Feeder

Masked in leathered black
Bound to a steel rack
Lashing hard with whips and shards
Of glass like scarabs on my back
To dance with haunts of pain
To be wrapped in chains
An icy love that draws warm blood
From tender cuts made with disdain

To be true to a valour so black
I feel frigid chains being draped across my back
The pain is soon a fact
Torture Feeder

Hushed unto silence
Angels weep
For a hundred lashes
Upon my shattered dreams
Beaten thru the night
Pain becomes delight
The planets all align
As I prepare for last rites

Naught is left save one for the grave
Dire memories come flooding like disease
Blooming rage like leaves
Torture Feeder

To be one with an anguish so black
Open-mouth abortion, razor-wire still intact
Pulled from my guttural tract
Torture Feeder