Visions of Psychic Dismemberment - Spectral Voice

Blood pulses outward

Libation to NIGHT

Thrust into depths

Commanded by my Self

Oblation to BLACKNESS

How cold is it?

Astral haruspices

Bowels ejected!

Pained screams

Indefinite streams of red

Currents pour out a sea of blood

From me

At last

I gaze inside the pit of Self

My shadows suffocate

I die again