Lifting the Veil

Bleeding for your dissimilar is not always in vain,

And so isn’t silencing your screams and deep-throated gurgles;

Don’t let the hellhounds drive you insane.

Macabre and essential is stabbing and biting pain —

But eternal suffering only with your consent thee troubles;

Bleeding for your dissimilar is not always in vain.

Some will preach that you upon this earth are a stain

Some with ardor will adore your bones, though they are rebels—

Don’t let the hellhounds drive you insane.

You think that some with wretched passion want you slain  

Since you crave transformation, some will ache your corpse like devils

Bleeding for your dissimilar is not always in vain.

You dream of it like universe pumps blood through its one giant vein,

You crave it badly, like a sweet gentle lover’s parables—

Don’t let the hellhounds drive you insane.

So as yourself, go forth, and alter darkness’ domain

Until with your unhinged nature the world, offended, grapples!

Bleeding for your dissimilar is not always in vain —

Don’t let the hellhounds drive you insane!

— Angel Ianira Myako