adamdaniel

Satanic Bliss

Satanic bliss, satanic bliss—
Upon my lips the devil’s kiss,
A wanton smile, devoid of hope,
Around my neck a hangman’s rope…

A fate ensorcelled from beyond,
By witches’ chant and swaying wand,
The severed hands of Orlac play;
The tune inspires my deathly way.

A lust for darkness and for peace,
In catacombs that bring release,
From all the galling barbs of time—
Repeated outrage as my rhyme.

It’s in demonic vaults I dwell,
Bereft of Christ, this na’er do well,
Ancestral crimes writ large in me,
It’s from their weight I’m never free.

In fairy circles dancing on,
My haggard spirit woebegone,
Unto the rim of earth we go,
In rank perdition’s undertow.

The hounds of hell pursue my track,
My face dismayed as I look back,
So blanched withal and filled with fright,
Enduring into storm-crazed night.

The drugs they leave me bleary eyed,
My tumult tumbling on inside,
The seals of heaven shut to me,
Entranced in Satan’s ministry…

ADL