Goddess of Lost Souls


I am a whore of the black lights below.
Sensual and seductive,
I lure them home.

Down we descend to the nightmare we know.
The kingdom of hatred,
and the vile filled dome.

The corrupted bodies pass away
to the garden of scars
and crimson nights.

Now consumed with this internal decay,
they sleep and shiver,
with blissful delights.

My poisoned lips send a kiss goodbye.
And laughter consumes me,
as they quiver and die.