Sepulture

The devil calls to pull you into his purgatory. Like Pavlov’s dog you salivate for the sin in his flesh. Aware the time is borrowed and you will be discarded. Thrown into disharmony.

Your former clarity of control is fractured; replaced by the realization of false consciousness.

In the the attempt to break the seal your being was replaced with nothingness. The thing that lies behind the door is the abyss.

The only thing that is clear is the excruciating truth that this love is unrequited. That you are an object to be used in servitude. That there is no exit to this crisis.

RIP.