The Flesh Vessel

An involuntary cry escaped the crusted mouth of the Flesh Vessel as the Monsters tremble in their savory dark pleasures. The empty husk of a human does not hinder their advances. One by one, they creep, slithering inside the padded room, alone, afraid, and ashamed of their repellent fantasies. They confide their detestable nature into the Flesh Vessel, for it judges not as they relish the debauchery shrouded from the eyes of Gods and Men. The Old Master, chained, abused, and driven beyond the edge of mental confines, craves the release of death that shall never come. At the deepest, … Continue reading The Flesh Vessel