Blood slides costively over ice cold stone
with a cognisance of - its - own
searching for another exit through the creva**e is glides
with great gravity, tears of days before, stain the floor
where life's failings landed damaged souls into dangers way
The scent of iron and grime amalgamate
with the fetid stench of piss and excrement
cries and moans echo within these walls for this
for this where I work
A discovery made long ago has kept me from infirmity
I've lived far beyond the epoch that is granted to a being of flesh
The indelicate process of corpus delicti dis-po-sal
had fallen between the cracks after days of fervent play
My first true friend was so pure, honest and beautiful
Through the throes of decomposition that before our embrace
had ceased
all the organs had begun to liquefy, in this moment writhing lustfully
in the corporeal fluids and fleshy mess
I rose from my coition and I did notice
a fresh vigor running through my aching veins
I was returned to a state remembered from a time almost forgot
A revelation to behold
Thirteen lost souls I claim my own, twelve for purpose and one to hold
I slice the first open, alive
With no desire for clemency I slide my blade slowly through the skin and sinewy tissue
Watch as hot steam rises
ethereal in the cold stale air
life trickles and tumbles
into the putrid black filth of the thermae
Four weeks each I allow them to stew and ferment
before bathing in the delicious putrefaction and absorbing its life restoring - nutrients
Alive and empowered as I was when I first made my bond
Eleven starving souls calling for their freedom
Chained to my wall, half immersed in decay
Another one opened, another replaced
Chronological, systematic d**h and decay
I will live forever this way
A life's lust to outlive the damned
I claim the ephemeral essence of
whomever I please