I need to hunt
To make me  whole again,
I peel there skin like parchment
To write my pain on
Then sow to my parts rotted away.

I was once of the light,
Now I am decay.

I touch those I deem unworthy
Of life,
Of freedom,
That only deserve decay,
They become my soldiers,
The departed ones.

My rag and bone men
They hunt the night,
To find those of poor souls
They will be the givers
That keep my decay at bay.

Beware the angel of Decay,
For you may be a rag and bone
Till you collapse in decay.

Beware your life,
Live it in
Sin,
Takers of life,
Worshipers of darkness
Yours will be mine.

For you may be choose as
The flesh sewed on
Parchment of torment
Keeping my decay
For eternity at bay.