Rex Angulus Mortis

My veins now spill forth scarlet waters, Rent by serrated silver teeth. Like Her breast sinewed all life, Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me... Repleted by once Her love; Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery... "My Goddess What didst Thou to me, Lust priapic to Thine ardent ****?'' A sylph bewinged like an Angel, That withered love infected me... A morbid plume falling from grace, The celestial eye ebonied. "My Love; Doth thou not want me? Hath I becometh a Daemon?" ... No... this blooded brine, mortal wine, this etch on my pale canvas. is nothing more but a single sign, To pain's anathema, -yet you my love... Will nascent from my blood, and be robed in ether cardinal... My suicide, although it's sin Will leave you happy with akin. My body was a tumour around my soul, but waning life, will take control...