Ritual Bind : The Elsewhere's Resurrection

Some mindless writing that I haven't done in years that I now require to breathe. I am going to try to revive my words and start creating things that I am proud to call my own once more. 

 A celebration of this black mass. 

 A dark and beautiful rite. 

The air is still with the spell of the passing. 

 Dance with me closely, under the pale of the moon. 

 As we bask in the light, it becomes our tune. 

 Sacrificial blood pours from the lips that you have kissed time and time again. 

Let’s just hold each other in this rain. 

Let’s just be here, you and I. 

Let’s just hold each other through the pain. 

 Nothing will break the ritual bind. 

 You dip me low and pour yourself into my body. 

 Let us melt into one. 

 The world will be ours. 

 One day we will transcend together. 

 But for now, let’s just feel the moment. 

Let’s just hold each other in this rain. 

Let’s just be here, you and I. 

Let’s just hold each other through the pain. 

 Nothing will break the ritual bind. 

The taste of blood is sweet upon my tongue, and it is a beautiful thing. 

As rain mists down on us, it looks like glitter in the night. 

When you are pressed against me, the world just seems right. 

I could dance all night if you are by my side. 

But your hands are cold in mine while your eyes are so divine. 

But Nothing will break the ritual bind. 

Stay long enough to relearn who I am, -J.C.