Ritual Intercourse with Discord

In this corner of my room,

The center of the universe,

There is blood for water

Filled to the brim of my flagon of loathing

And that corner, it holds

A death rattle, dying breath of wind.

Turn around and yet another corner

Is occupied by the shit of earth,

Supplied by my expulsion of rage

And next to it lies a cauldron

Of fire, incense created from all the flesh

That I’ve torn away from myself over the years.

These, these are my watchtowers.

And in the center of it all,

A single eye that I scratched out of myself

From one too many bouts with madness.

This is my soul.

I’ve created an altar to the hatred of the living

And within my pentagram of violence

I bow

Lower

Lower

Till I feel my forehead on the moist carpet

And with for Hell to open its jaws of life

And swallow me, my bones crunching in

Its teeth lined with the skulls of the damned.

Hades! I invoke thee!

Father, the god of all that is ungodly!

Rape me with your detesting spear

And execute my soul with your axe of

Sharpened revulsion.

Place me on the stretching rack
Created from my despising of humanity

And tear my limbs away

So I c an harm myself no more.

My trance breaks

As my stomach splits

And I find myself arising

Not on the floors of hell,

But where I began,

In the center of the universe,

So far from where I long to be.

Hades, my hating lover,

Return my death to me…