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