Poetry - "Black Mass"

Black Mass

entering the temple
i stumble into a chamber
and inhale a cloud of incense
so foul and so thick, dizziness sets in

bodies writhe at my feet
indulging in a ritual of lust
shadows dance in the light
candles cast upon the walls

imploded eyes chanting
pentagonal priest descending
the depths of an emotional black hole

standing before the virgin altar
draped in dark robes and silver rings
in the throes of abandon
he lays down his wand

now, a silver blade descends
blood is drawn and drunk
not for salvation, but intoxication

nauseous and thirsting
unable to walk, i crawl

through tangled flesh
they sing praise for the beast
over my shoulder
i watch the dark priest

imploded eyes still chanting
silver blade descending
blood spilling still

tricked into enjoying
my life being drained
fooled into falling in love
with dying

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