Whose Hand Embalms

Awakened by splashes Of descending ichor Hog-tied and gagged Left laying in your innocence Tremble in fear Momentary loss of consciousness Bound motionless to a table Blinded by the pendulum of light Held by the slayer of Able Incense of the dead ignite Hands draped in blood Caress your porcelain skin Depraved from your moral virtue Condemned in the eyes of the son Feel the steel rip through you Never see the face of the one Tear filled eyes Lung filled screams Your flesh is in pieces Your soul belongs to me