Cellar Door

Knocking on my closet.
Scratching at their teeth.
Wearing slacks of carrion.
With hair of tropic green.
I've sold before my sentence.
While both her wrist were clean.
Six of them came stalking.
As two of them still dream.
Mary sang a prayer, and would dare to split the pair.
Every shackle laced in puzzles.
In the house of sandy keys.
The hour past them over.
And sunk me to my knees.
Possession of the light switch,
took everything they need.
Hands loosely full of her black hair,
As so they plant their seed.

I'm not the one with your 666.
I try to sleep while you're away.
By your solution I am hypnotized.
Bound in the name you wouldn't say.
Put the pillow on her face, have yourself another taste.
She held your tail and let you in.
A gesture not to be ignored.
And since you won't pace near that ***** cellar door.