Horror Island II

Sundays meant for the altar 

Set in the hearts of mortals by dark instructions 

Six senses of psychedelic bloom

Serial stings of thorns 

Laundering darkest night 

Dark rain calls.

 

Light of depression intensifies

Death is the freedom to please 

Each state's mind calls for governing realms 

Sketching foreplay of satanic formula 

The worst attempt at a sultry salute 

Where seasonings cry.

Perjury of the darkness

 Expresses depths and heights 

Each engine art 

Each perception of emotional depth 

Each energy of artistic fortitude and spark 

Where what looks like love stings and defines a defiled spirit.

 Loosened souls paddle masterpieces 

Among wolves of despair 

Each day in their pair of hours 

A peer of celestial thematic spurts sports

Life is a chart among empty graph

Painting pantomime of panting panoramic pleasures.