Analysis of Death's Heart

Speak to me, Oh Babylon,
Rise once again in the sweet venom of your truths
Tell me all I long to hear.
Hear me, Oh Babylon,
Lay your chill dank hands upon my brow
Give me the ‘rush' of animal passion in self.

For once I sought wisdom, but no more
Once purity of purpose was my light
FAHHHH! Shall I stay the fool forever?

Hold me, Oh Babylon,
Let me suckle at your breast.
As I embrace the dark dankness of Death's Heart.