Paradise

Sinister worms of decadence give off the fragrance of death and destruction.

Sinister worms of decadence give off the fragrance of fecal matter.

Sinister worms of decadence give off the fragrance of aborted babies.

Sinister worms of decadence give off the fragrance of flesh that’s bruised and battered.

Those who dare to pray only prove their minds are jumbled.

In realms of constant night all they do is trip and tumble.

To the catacombs are where new corpses have been funneled.

The moans of rotting dead have caused the ground to rumble.

Praise the darker gods who bless us with post mortem.

Finally I’ve found release from all the living boredom.

Reviews

[Plume de flamme]

Horror and the erotic combined, a very dark and compelling write. Liked the rhythm.

[Commanda Panda]

You're a strange one, but I think I'll keep you. ;)

[Plume de flamme]

From what I read, you like strange.