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flashing in red

my necropolis complex

dance with whores all night

but your flesh will pay the price

waiting at rock bottom, that familiar velvet touch

a jealous lover too long ignored

comrades and consorts come and go

good times never seem to last

but there always is the struggle

black feathers in the rain

as midnight closes in again

panic soothes the senses

as pain sweetens the soul

into my gory hole

I get hard

I hit hard

so many ways to thrust

at secrets closely held

a direct hit to my most naked of hells

silently submerged

going under fast

swallowed by the earth

it's easy to forget till you're gasping for breath

no words for this terror

your lungs are in my cellar

yet you return

like a soldier yearns for home

just close your eyes, repeat the wretched oath

into my gory hole

I get hard

the weak are meat

for the strongest to eat

desperate subsistence on this dreamlike existence

towering, eternally erect

a monument of hurt

the necropolis complex

this pressure is a privilege

this punishment your prize

you never left this home, the pain that soothes the soul

into my gory hole

We get hard

We hit hard.