This is a piece I wrote about 2 months ago which was published in a friend of mines poetry zine dealie, which i have not gotten a copy of yet.
I'm curious as to what peeps here will think of it. So? Tell me what 'ya think. 
" Dysphoric dance, writhing in unholy fervor, deep within a trance.
The duress of the cold caress of cold rain on your bare rib cage drenched in the sallow mud.
Succubus in your loins, her face twists violently as you orgasm in pain, blood.
A shudder down your spine, the seizing of your mind, eyes sewn shut, gripped by the terror of the blind.
You're stuck inside your corpse which has been disinterred from these grounds, tongue cut out and fed to devil hounds as the sounds of their cacophony fills your rotting ears, and the still shadow in the corner rears its head with all your fears.
Tattered and decaying flesh, peeling from the skull, this void has become home and you’re hollow with no soul.
You go to take a breath and find that you cannot breathe, your toes aren’t there to wiggle and you have no eyes to see.
You fall into a panic as you realize you are dead, and that you no longer have a body while oblivion steals your head. …
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Because you have been, oblivion cannot be… this hollow void cracks, spills light onto the abysmal sea.
Bliss washes in and over, through your fleshless being, you realize you are eternal as you hear a deafening ring and divinity starts to sing the song of creation, the vibration from which all things spring. You feel nothing but love, yet to a sense of self you try to cling, afraid to let go of your identity and fuse with everything.
You hear without sound a voice whisper out so clear, it fuses with your soul and rids you of your fear. You find yourself whole and you see the ones you love, ecstasy flows from your eyes as you embrace them in a hug.
This place is without time, it’s not heavens gates, it’s something beyond what we can imagine, in the flesh we can’t relate.
The epitome of ecstasy, pulsing through eternity, this place exists inside of me, to return to when death comes over me, pushes me deep into that omnidirectional place, where I’m void of a body and there is no time or space.
So beautiful and terrifying, but you know you're finally home. In a place without a mind to blind you, unbound by flesh and bone.
Always in the end, as so below is above, where ever you find oblivion's terror you will find eternal love. "
-------------------- To be human is to be fettered, to endure what one is, in perpetuum, no matter what the debility or perversity.
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I liked this one alot more than the other one you posted. In places, I find your adherence to a rhyme scheme a little clawing still, (e.g: "yet to a sense of self you try to cling", "ecstasy flows from your eyes as you embrace them in a hug") but apart from that, I thought it was well-written.
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