Demonic Addiction

Delusion, fiasco,
From feathered cup
The demon sips

Pulsing blood, his poison
Cast
From tender angels lips

And sweet the venom
Enslaves him
Maniac cackles wed

Addicted to the living
Ideals- writhing,
Conjured, dead.

Succulent his obsession
And his hell-spite tainted cup

From heavens dirty angels
He fills the goblet up,

Then down the hatch
The acid drips
Pitter, patter, hiss

And the writhing,
Bitter stomach massacre
To our Satan is bliss

Tragedy in fallen foes,
He laps like vampire
Blood,

And smiles in ecstasy
As sole burns
In holy flood,

Sip by sip,
Sick pleasure
The fiend
Foolishly nips on,

And in ashen consecrated blast
The fooled spirit is gone.