Valley of Cadavers ~ Poem

Whirlpools of Coagulation

A mirror’s soulless image.

Jubilant for the wounds that do not heal.
Scabs, never heal for the damned.
Blood stains my happy essence.

Suffering, come grip my arteries again.
Truths I have always known.
Enough with struggle! I embrace torture.

Righteous demon within.

Glorious inferno the abyss that encompasses.
Beauty of my darkness.

A flame for glitter in a valley of cadavers.
Littering the wasteland of my mind.

Complete is the triumph of the beast.

A new day dawns,
So, The Beast Within reignites the Gothic Inferno.