Sabbath's Theater by Palm Thief

Sabbath’s Theater

Degradation
burden and joy.
Indolent body
inaccrochable soul.
I need release
to feel whole,
so I get it when I can.
The gospel of whore.

Obsession.
Stiumulation.
Drink this gift of love and hate
in communion.

Again
I find myself here
with you, ashamed
but fully compliant
in the ritual
flagellation.
Junk bitch,
urinal cake,
paramour.

My one true love,
the only reciprocal
of torture and loathing
I’ve ever known.
I want to sanctify you
by stepping on you
and making you eat dirt.

Oh how I love you,
the absence of your tenderness
lingers in every moment
in which you are tardy.
I’ll join you in the after,
but everything I hate is here,
and there’s so much more to debase.

Degradation.
Release.
Obsession.
Stimulation.
I’m drowning in a flood of dopamine

and when it subsides
and the limerence fades
all that remains
is love,
degradation
and shame.

Love, shame.

• Metal
• Rock
• hardcore
• noise rock
• post-hardcore
• Austin