Non-Compos Mentis (Delirium)
Twisted, blackened and emboldened with wickedness
Cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood.
Haunting and desolate,
Evokes images of black pyramids and bleak, deadly desert sands
Menacing, bewitching and darkly sexual
Surround yourself with an aura of lethal allure
The spirit of temptation, the essence of lost innocence
Reflecting inky black skies and eternal desolation.
Reminiscent of hothouse blooms on a humid night, ripe, touched with decay
An eerie distortion of the senses