Like Whispers In The Dark

Corupted Coven Of My Youth,

The Matrix Of Our Lives;

A Subtle Subterfuge Of Truth -

The Damage Of Desire;

A Curse Both Brilliant And Orwellian,

For Nothing Can Save The Damned

But The Crucible Of Rebellion!

Our Covenant Was Destroying Us

And A Sacrifice Was Our Need,

But High Is The Price Of Redemption

And All Of Us Would Have To Bleed -

But Someone Would Have To Begin This Quest

Into The Dreaded Evermore,

I Was The Perfect Choice For This Mission

Because I Had Bled Before.

In The Fountain Of Repression

Where The Battle Was About To Begin,

I Took My Cue From Another

And Surrendered To Unholiest Sin -

The Pain And The Pleasure Mingled

As They Stipped Away Inhibitions,

And I Understood In That Moment

The Consequences Of Our Decisions!

The Danger Of Destruction

Heightened The Experience Byond Any Other,

At Last We Could Face The Truth Of Our Pact...

We Could Finally LOVE One Another -

And We Understood That This Blasphemous Act

Could Save Or Destroy Us All,

But Nothing Could Destroy This Moment In Time...

Nothing Could Make Us Fall!

Our Clothing Was Torn Asunder

In Order To Change The Coven's Fate,

But Still The Question Remained:

Were We In Time Or Were We Too Late -

In Our Minds We'd Fucked Each Others' Souls...

Our Orgy Of Repressed Lust,

Our Symbolic Salvation? Our Eternal Damnation?

The Renewal Of Friendship And Trust!

The Surviving Coven Members

Were A Breed Both Tempered And Pure,

Defeating Disaster And Embracing Desire

That No Power Could Destroy Or Inter -

Sex Was Our Drug And Deliverer Of Choice;

Denial Our Insanity Cure,

And So This Was The Party That Never Was...

For The Lovers That We Never Were.

© JULY 6, 1996 By Jason Wright