ABOMINATIONS

It's- not- truth-
that you wish to hear.
Instead tis death
that leans n' draws ye near.

Crystal teeth,
crave delicious tears.
Swelling crimson dreams.
Un-veiling all your fears.

If stolen;
Would nightmares
keep tolling?

If spoken,
would terrors
be fallen?

Is rhythm,
a hero
or villain?

Forbidden dimensions
unlocked then descension.
No mention of pension
or flesh ruled ambitions.

Just abomination.
Plain and simple.
(Joyous) disintegration.
Veins that tremble!

In the end,
what is it that would revile thee?
Does it feign
something so much more than purity?

Abominations
are the best creations
are the best creations
are the best creations
are the best creations
are the best creations.