When alone think of thrashing blues.
Let the ink seep through your veins.
Taste the flesh, praise the fragile meat.

Wait, as the shadows creep up to bed.
Treat them to blood curling screams.
Rewarding echoes will be carried off.

Trust in me, trust in me.
Pry around rusty edges, to find.
O please, find the word to set you ablaze.