Suffocation Under Pressure

Rotting corpses haunt my deepest precipice.
My useless soul flakes itself away.
Blood-stained handprints paint the graveyard walls.
Cries of the unwanted children fill my dreams.
Pain is the intimate aspect of pleasure.
The mysteries of life will be explained through death.
Unfathomable horrors wait at the right hand of the Prince of Darkness.
Religious eyes blinded by confusion.
Internal realms reached only through sacrifice.
Memories shattered by the stones of time.
Fly to the sun; burn your existance to dust and ash.
Embrace the beautiful fury of the night.
Emotions seep from the cracks of the fabric of life.
Draw immortal strength from the Dark Creator.
Abandon the myths of unconditional love.
And with our darkest encounter, the fears of all captives are realized.
There is only darkness ahead, nothing more.
Through these veins flow the poison of the bitter irony of our tragic lives.
From the depths of the abyss come the products of hell.
Devour the parasites that infest the mind.
Inside these cryptic walls, I break.
Suffocation under pressure.