Where Do You Go At Night With Those Sunken Eyes
Out from the fog your figure emerged, each step nearing an outline, colder than the winter frozen wind
Where do you go at night with those sunken eyes?
Your presence heavy on the unsure soul
Seeping through walls like thick odour, your essence breathes sickness
What possible destination awaits your company so somber, your evil edged creature
What foul feeder plays host to such manner unholy, for the devil would revolt in disgust
This overbearingly vulgar demeanor
The shadowed mass a dead weight hunched and slow
With a heart you show low as the ground you stare, like a burden of lost cause, dragged behind you
Your pores weep with rejection and I can taste its smell
It leaves you drenched and soaking right down to your skinned, claw toed feet, and bleeds over infested flesh
Your pungence still lingering in the forever tainted air
Go to whatever blacked corner you have in seek, far away from here
Back into the hazed abyss of which you came, traveler unwanted as your mystery meaningless
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