Ox's blog: "We Are All Slaves 2 The Cult"

Standing in a field, of lillies white, raining clouds, bleed upon my face, the flowers fade, but I remain All around me, skeletons from the past, the sun pulls itself, out of a wounded sky, bones turn to ash, but I remain the field is gone, now stands a hill, shattered stones, decades of decay, once was a hill, now is a mountain, But I still remain

Hateful words and experiences, dead eyes that cannot see, rotting gray matter kills my senses, I stand in the dark and scream, my chest is empty, I try to inhale, the fire that burns my cancer away, my bones weak and thin, my skin so dry it peels back my soul, my child cries again, I am nothing like my father said, the truths and lies he told, of one day a happy ending, to sleep in a bed so cold, my mother regards me as a child scorned, and yet she holds no love, for the child that was is now a man, whose spirit is grown so old.

Casting A shadow over the lifeless form, foaming at the mouth I can almost taste her flesh sucking her soul in deep breaths, heaving chest, glistening in sweat, dead hands unable to grasp, ropes tighten by slight movement, thrusting wedge of wood, between raw thighs, tiptoes, passion overthroes. bondage