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.