The Malignant Pulse

by Alighieri

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released 31 July 2012

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Track Name: Offering Gown
There you were so relaxed in an offering gown
It was over when I caught your scent
Like heroine you explode all through my senses
I began to notice right when I met
Your eyes that I'm somehow pressed to lay claim
In the swelling of your neck
I was hellishly set to weave my way in
With my hands aiming for your throat
I took hold with intentions to invade
Arms wrapped around at the outskirts of your waist
We'd been linked by something so perverse, so profound
Don't worry this is all not a dream
You'll wake up very soon
To wish that you were still asleep
You'll wake up very soon
There you are so relaxed in an offering pose
It was over when I won your trust
Like heroine I explore much more than your senses
Euphoria then blurs into despair
Like the calm of water, tainted by an inks intrusion
All is still…
Pray for this body, it's prey for the animals we've become
Present in this motion; writhing emotionless energy
We've been linked by something so perverse, so profound
Don't worry this is all not a dream
You'll wish that you were still asleep
Like the calm of water, tainted by an inks intrusion
All was still, and then I took control!
You didn't cry, you didn't beg, it never seemed to the world you were suffering.
No you didn't cry, you didn't beg NO! It never seemed to the world that you were suffering
LET IT GO!
I've never dreamt that life could have so much pleasure, but in a moments time
you will open your eyes to a whole new world of pain.
Track Name: Slave to Lust
Oh, what pretty light that you have there
What wonderful shine
If I could just bathe in you for awhile
I might feel a live"
(Now just for a moment there
He thought that he had sensed
A hint of that old tingle in the back of the throat)
”This moment I stare in pure amazement,
A beautiful jewel that I wish
To smash to pieces
(I'll tell her just how I feel!)"
And his voice does creep upon her
Like a whisper on the side of the neck
"I am not just a ghost; I am a slave to lust"
These words will make her tremble
(That voice of the dead!)
This heavenly pleasure damns him to an earthen hell!
And his voice pains deep within her
Like a sharp edge through the skins surface
"I am not just a ghost; I am a slave to lust!"
These words will make her tremble
(That voice of the dead!)
“That voice of glass! Those thighs of iron! That skin of gold!”
In the company of the blind, the deaf will tear her light apart
"I am not just a ghost; I am a slave to lust!”
These words will make her tremble
(That voice of the dead!)
"I am not just a ghost; I am a SLAVE TO LUST!”
I am a slave to lust
Track Name: A Ravenous Climax
This is the one kiss that you've been waiting for!
Oh dear the anticipation, Oh god the intimidation!
Now what if, this is it?
Now what if, feels like it!
What is it now?
Now as you start, The blood rushes the eyes now bulge
The pulse amok, the tear ducts work do tell...
What did you do (right there just now) with your hands?
Do you really think that that touch was good enough?
You rock back, back back and forth, how violent this sort of is!
As you progress, the blood rushes, the eyes are bulged
The pulse amok, the tear ducts drained do tell…
What did you do (right there just now) with your hands?
Did you really think that that touch was good enough?
You rock back, back, back and forth, how violent this sort of is!
Obscured emotion on your face,
You are stuck to an appetite for pleasing
What thoughtful insecurity!
You are doing just fine, as you perspire!
The sweat is sweet! The sweat is rain on your windshield,
watch it slowly bead and fall off! And there it comes, approaching NOW!!
Your love as a cinder block comes crashing through!
THE GLASS IT BREAKS IT HITS YOUR CHEST!
THE RAIN POURS IN AND YOU ARE WET!
YOU ARE WET!
Track Name: The Malignant Pulse
He's been very patient
And would love to attack her,
But there ain't a chance that he would,
Allow her to suffer
Not a single moment's discomfort!
By the might of a bludgeon
Or the sweep of a blade, for another single weapon
Can be used to a great effect,
Something much more personal
(An item with a pulse).
"Oh baby please
Don't fall victim to hope,
For he is a coward…
...But I am no coward...
And I can not be
Be forced to suppress, each thought that can only be so vile,
So dark, so grim and also beautiful!”
Not within himself, he can only find comfort in the form of another
To find fulfillment
He preaches this:
“Pure suffering is real”
There is not a chance anything will defer the event at hand
A Lifelong, suffering wait has bred this
The heavens above cannot foresee what it is that he
Intends to do, it’s his night and He...is king...
Of. This. Hell.