I descend to take in by the tongue
A metallic taste
Thick red drips off my chin
I greet this human waste
I spread, it drains
The discharge of blood
The pleasure of its smell
In my mouth it floods
I suck out the degeneration of womb
It clogs my nostrils, it dries in my hair
My treasure in bloom
In attempt to conceive
I swallow the gift I've received
1 | Succubi |
2 | Ambivalence |
3 | Mysterium Tremendum |
4 | Withering And Wishing |
5 | The Child Spell |
6 | As Leaves Fell |
7 | Midnight Mist |
8 | Bloodlust |