Inhuman shapes of flesh contort
In pangs of agony.
The throes of endless pain distort
Their last humanity.
A glow of pallid fire looms
By their discordant shrills.
A chasmal gaping mouth consumes
Their bodies and their wills.
Their crying, a work of choral art.
Undying, yet always torn apart.
Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside.
Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends,
Where blighted souls in woe forever will abide.
A dream where grief and mutilation never ends.
Cascading torsos sailing through
The heavens' black opaque
From fountains streaming flesh into
A scarlet, screaming lake.
Beside, a field where limbs ablaze,
Half-buried wildly twist.
Cadavers burn for endless days,
But pain and life persist.
Their crying, a work of choral art.
Undying, yet always torn apart.
Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside.
Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends,
Where blighted souls in woe forever will abide.
A dream where grief and mutilation never ends.
A garden made material by
His fantasies of blight,
Where things that dwell beyond the sky
Can revel in delight.
A place of astral marvels where
The souls of men are drowned
In lakes of blood and tears and their
Abyssal knowledge found.
Unworldy beings sing and shout
As they observe the scenes.
The dream-world's captives burn without
A grasp of what it means.
Their crying, a work of choral art.
Undying, yet always torn apart.
Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside.
Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends,
Where blighted souls in woe forever will abide.
A dream where grief and mutilation never ends.