i put this sacred, transcendent realm imbued with reverence and awe
a nexus for my spiritual devotion, somewhere close to my heart
it offers me a source of inspiration, solace and transcendence i cherish this tenderly, my wound

this resonates deep within my essence, a connection that goes beyond mere attraction
to grasp it is to delve beyond the surface, to penetrate the veil and uncover the underlying truth of soul
it is to discern the core, the heart, the very soul of it

Dear whore of Babylon
Pull my gut and twist it to your likeness. deform me into a star-shaped wound and fold me in a coffin to rot in the graveyard of poisonous intuition.
And consume my rotten flesh which is haunted by distorted figures and the fragrance of destruction.
Perform autopsies in a necrophilious way. in the most unimaginable deranged, carnal, unhinged and evil ways. And bleed me. Oh yes bleed me.
Wound

my essence remains impervious to your grasp forever draped in shadows

U’re stunning tbh…