Alone in the Dark With You

We’ve a, messy mind confined by weeds and vines

A dark forest lit, by spirits and will-o-wisps

Withering willows riddled with black widows

Throw caution to the wind if you get lost in there with him

A young apostle of the grim, he will, consume you,

By any means, he thinks what we all think,

We are shallow, we turn an index finger to a gavel

To leave you unraveled, exposed, sick pose

A liar’s cape for the road, you hero, you monster,

We’ve amassed a massive assortment of weapons

Sorcerers with hordes of swords and pendants

Mounted bounties of boars and pheasants, whores and peasants,

On display for the world to weather, storms of ember

It burns the skin with a sort of pleasure, fort of leather

A compelling cerebellum behind cellar doors

Markings etched on the rotted wood, we hear a rapping at our chamber,

Take another round, 

Shown off to the world naked, filth as our blanket

A banquet of trauma, take another round

If they make another sound silence the critics to death

Cathartic cardiac arrest, the fire to melt wax,

Listen closely, you can hear the tears held back,

The thunderous roar of words never spoken,

The thread and needle forced upon us, watch as we sow the reaper

Like it or not you will have us.

All, of us.