Rapture At My Gate

This sudden urge I've come to feel is rapture at my gate Not more on sudden than is subtle but weary of this spate Thoughts of dreams, realities obscene and too depraved Quite more on nightmares than dwelt dreams yet dark and highly craved Consumes my mind on vulture plains devouring to ensnare Despising law and hearts thereof perpetuating air Loosed in my twisted reasoning twisted as in psycho strange To understand this feeling you need feel as do the crazed. Constituting heart is a melody of nature but as I hear it playing is my symphony in gesture As the organ sounds flows the flood of tainted scarlet. Leaving all but dense perfume and a taste of cupcake velvet. This wretched place I know is my bound while I am bleeding Not much bleeding as in breathing but nonetheless demeaning This occupation begs by night, entombs me and enslaves Preoccupying binding shadows, darkness is my subtle crave