Churlbrood Dweller
I see you staring directly at me
We're all alone in this dreadful dream
Giving a sign of peaceful serenity.
I yearn to see your pale clones of silhouette
Under your black victorian exoticness
Shattered minds of reclusive obscenity.
Your cold stare drifts into my frozen eyes
Left for dead, blood pours from our minds.
In this wilderness of bereavement, my desire
In your world of concealment, your torn attire.
But you seem so fucking mean with that evil stare
I pry you open to gather twisted succulent thoughts.
Underneath the velvet of eternity's darkened shadows
You seem so hateful and selfish to let me intrude.
I threaten you with ideas from my head
Maybe we'll get drunk so I can take advantage of you.
Poison the soul so you can be wicked like me
Multiply the mourning hangovers, I dwell in churlbrood.
