I come from hell  
a naked Amoeba
to enter a cell called flesh  
it is my tomb with some growing room  

through the eyes of my muse  
and the laudanum fumes    
pale as pewter eyes  
of dark's covenant  
the veil is rent I see her true  
 
my tendrils corrupt the heathen woman  
who is rightly adorned with vanity  
with a wondrous breath of death, I yearn  
 
turning the screw entombed  
exhaling a scent of eternal  
on the epiphany grail  
sickened grief beyond belief  
 
uttering what have I done?  
 
I burn in the eternal void  
 
weeping what have I become?