VVhore

Lie down gently my sweet little vvhore

Lie down moldy and sexy, trust the warmth of my steel, sweet little vvhore

Chatty Days

For some reason one is becoming quite chatty in the past few dull days. As chatty as a group of die hard zealots, lusting for blood, in a ritual sacrifice.

And to think that it needs little if any words to actually make some good, cold and filthy incantations.

Winter Mood III

And so Thy will be scum

Upon earth as it is on the ravens

Let Thy kingdom cum

And Thy lust be done

Forever in darkness be damn