yog-sothoth 2 :
it speaks

 

every horrific thing held fast in your heart
every unuttered demand cloaked in hypnotic speech
every mean mechanism by which life is held apart

take the energy pouring from those eyes
consume the acknowledgement like flies on sugar
survive by mutual agreement and lies

we cry for embracement but rarely feel it
we long for closure but barely know it
we crave satiety but seldom achieve it

only a moment or two on the rarest of days
or an ecstatic union when everything is sex
then fades away into a puddle of yesterday

a roaring maw of desire
every bestial thing hidden from ourselves
destined to live for a moment then die in the fire