Drawn into this phantom orchid,
her demonic charms are delivered
perfumed and vague.
 
Your insecurity fades, eclipsed
by her beauty, yet still hollow and
wicked your palms sweat blood.
 
You grope her dark spine
confessing the eternal starvation
you had buried many moons past.
 
Her dark eyes repent and destroy,
exterminating you from life's
splintered crown.
 
Always spoiled you become
satisfied quickly, the notes of
her ballad raggedly
seduce your dreamtime senses.
 
Almost as if a mother
delivering her child, your
reality's umbilical cord is
decaying.
 
You walk into this so called
shivering asylum hesitant
and find Power generated by
fear and fires bright fuel.
 
The complaisant malice you
let destroy your legendary
instability has demolished,
you're eternally resurrected by darkness...
 
Beautiful Death