Into the moonlight, for sunlight corrupts
The darkness within, the spark of sheer lust
All decent and good must eventually sleep
Yet slumber awakens the darkest of feats
-
Awaken to find yourself in a strange place
Ignorance, most unaware, what is that dark stain?
It cannot be that, It must be something else
Pains in the joints, how they come about
-
Newspaper next morning, you're chilled to the bone
Read over and over till you can't anymore
Stumble to find the blood-soaked shirt on the floor
Hold it and shut your eyes so you won't have to sense
-
There's been a ****** when your sight turned black
When the mind shut down and you couldn't come back
The stains soak through, all over, every single time
But when you wake, why do you always feel sublime?
-
Evil consumes;
In the midst of the hours when you know you don't slumber
The darkness within you takes it out for a gory spin
The second, hidden half to your little good-boy grin.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Into the moonlight, for sunlight corrupts
The darkness within, the spark of sheer lust
All decent and good must eventually sleep
Yet slumber awakens the darkest of feats
-
Awaken to find yourself in a strange place
Ignorance, most unaware, what is that dark stain?
It cannot be that, It must be something else
Pains in the joints, how they come about
-
Newspaper next morning, you're chilled to the bone
Read over and over till you can't anymore
Stumble to find the blood-soaked shirt on the floor
Hold it and shut your eyes so you won't have to sense
-
There's been a ****** when your sight turned black
When the mind shut down and you couldn't come back
The stains soak through, all over, every single time
But when you wake, why do you always feel sublime?
-
Evil consumes;
In the midst of the hours when you know you don't slumber
The darkness within you takes it out for a gory spin
The second, hidden half to your little good-boy grin.