Domain.

life. dread.

Domain.

The walls they scream your name. Dripping in blood. The windows blacken with night. Fright tears open the new midnight. The moon wretches; A lone witness of dreads eternal damnation. The dead whisper your name. Welcoming you to an exquisite night of terror. Screams of unknown victims wail in agony of long ago. Fearful torments of past sufferings. Flesh ripped in the darkness of a quarter moon clouded by grays of a hundred degrees separating life and death. A hot moment of grotesque difficulties on soft flesh forever torn. Infinitely lost. Damned always in this cavern of dread. A swift illusion of life. Trickery of insanity. Murder, sweet and delicious murder. 

Windows reddened. A bloody corpse dies and screams. Gasping your name in the wildness of a grief stricken night. Leaves fall black and rotting in the wetness of concrete and glass dripping in the blood of the cursed. The lost and forbidden. Angels murdered.  Flesh scorned with the talons unseen by the living. A moment dies faster then a rotting corpse loses life. Humanity the great lie. Widows and witches. Men and their succulent devices of malevolence. Children and their sweet lips of innocents.

Burning inside the harrowing minds of dread and death. Tomorrow vanishes. Lost inside the hands of oblivion. Cascading tears. Mixed with the venomous sweat of hate and greed. Busting the bones of femininity. Tearing the gentle, delicate flesh of innocence. Smiling within the bloody confines of irrefutable coils of the dead.