Neverend

I am the son of darkness    
The daughter of the darkest waters    
The banal tale of all the sadness    
The fastest path to lasting madness    
With splattered blood and glassy fragments    
Scrawling answers on the walls with    
Angry banters and incantations    
Standing on the edge of hatred.    
Summon torments in a torrent    
Flooding Florence in horrid gore and    
violence, knives with silent slices,    
Needing seamless rusted wires,    
Stitching bleeding lacerations.    
Catch the drippings in a chalice,    
Drink to lords of grief and malice,    
Their names are Hera and Adonis.    
Hate their beauty and their palace    
Indulging in the womb and phallus.    
With promises of hellish dances
Yell for godsend consequences.
The inner workings of the mind is    
Ticking, streaming endless lies,    
Deny the truth that shines inside    
And buy into what's not implied    
Assuming that it's what's supplied.    
Consume, combine and try again    
For several lives until you're dead.    
This is how we never end.