Inhale the rancid, musty odor of dread, overwhelming satisfaction for the inner-dead. Savor the blood, staining blade-sheath. Relish the raw meat - tender hearts; supple & plasma doused. Descry the lambasting screeching of vultures above the corpse, the paroxysms of wailing six-inch nails across the blackboard. The callous shriek of innocent deceased. Behold the ominous ebony of dusk...the coming of the witching hour. Witness the apocalyptic shadows reach out for child-flesh. Take in bloodbath & holocaust, massacre & slaughter. Take in abominable rape of the chaste, extermination of consecrated. Manipulate the anguish. Tailor the ache to afflict ulcerated wounds; deeper and deeper forgoes the scalpel, delving to find sufficiency in the excruciating pain. Experience the faltering spirit. Loathe the subliminal self. Abhor the psyche. Damn the soul. Mangle the mind. Sacrifice the love that convoys this vandalism, and indulge instead in desolation & waste. Yield to insanity that betters the self-mutilation of adulation & ardor. Give in not to the betrothed, but exist within the vice & bane. Let the pernicious evil defeat the weakening passion. Slay your beloved to dwell in peace. Love brings hurt. Hate brings ecstasy. Drug the body & live in euphoria. Elysian shall be the homestead for the haunting.