Abigor - Cryptopsy

Oh most luscious cenobite

You wield your whip

As though it were another appendage;

Favor me with pleasure-pain

Rip me with your claws

Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt

Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets

They blaze with unmatched cruelty

Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp

They look stuck in far enough to hurt

Hell’s polyhedron has blessed you

Your peerless beauty drips of sin

In this time of configuration

Blessed order shall prevail

Two sides to the war on flesh

Leviathan, who can’t smile, beams

Encased in leather as it is

I can’t drink from your neck

It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white:

I’ll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire

I wish to partake of their nectar… Is it pus?

I might breach your zippers

And open your face

I might gag you with an urchin

I long to hear a quiet sight escape

Your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs

Love subverted, lust perverted

Bitch-goddess Abigor’s pretty face

Can mask her suffering

Make you worship both her and her needles

Subjugate it, perforate it

Flesh reordered is flesh of use

I now rededicate my life

To what Abigor has shown me