The Flesh Gallery
Thoughts of a far away familiar day batter the ashen gates of my memory as the seeds of necessity and lust are nurtured by the rain of opportunity. As a enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery the spectacle of throngs of dancing corpses fuels my urge to satisfy the ancient desire. Hammering noises from within the pit of me drown the voice of Reason and melt away the substance of Restraint.From across the chamber I sense her...as if her burning emits a sweet savour...issuing the famished an invitation to the feast. As she displays her aching for all to see and engages in silent, playful self exploration we begin the dance of seduction. Within her vacant, distant eyes I see what was once a glimmer of innocence.
But all innocence eventually falls prey to Reality. As I stare deeper into the cavity where her soul once lived, the ancient summoning of Belial pierces through the pungent air...caressing my yearning flesh...stimulating the craving...whispering lies to the Wolf at the Door.
And from across the chamber she senses me. As she answers the call of Belial avarice controls our subconcsious thoughts and breaks the black walls of our minds.
As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery the spectable of dancing corpses.....
Words by Jason Monroe
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Written on 2007-07-05 at 22:29
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