Revenants

I don’t want to be a man
I want to be held
In the cold embrace of Aamon

I don’t want to be a beast
I want to bathe
In the glorious waters of the Styx

Incubi and Succubi
Infested by Haagenti
Revenants
And a thousand burning Foraii

Men who fear demons
See them all around
Men who become demons
In hell will be crowned

Not sephiroths
Creatures from a distant past
A myth, non-existent
Consuming anxiety

Other beings yet to be conceived
Their appearance long forgotten
As their shapeless dogma
Forbade all depiction

Lipless smiles and fiery piles
Of human flesh - a filthy mess
Empty vessels
Summoned in many shapes
Lurking a path ubiquitous
Forever nameless

Lipless smiles and fiery piles

Towering at ten feet
Revenants pull at your teeth
Slowly disassembled
Pulled from beneath

Every single emotion
Even ones left unspoken
Burning as if corrosive
Damning the moment you were chosen

Ominous constellation mirroring human fear
No sun to worship in the absence of light
All beliefs converge in abyssal conclusions
A horrendous void of innumerable forms