3this world is madness i say
the choir of the countless cry out to me
their deadly siren song seeps into my soul
"Join our choir, the tiresome routine of the world
Is more bearable with our disease"
reaching out with rotten fetid hands
"Let us just share our sickness, the mescaline dream awaits."
my black winged savior
with his alabaster skin and eye more black
than the deepest void
and whose kisses quicken my body like holy fire
you alone save can save me
you alone can know
with a ruffling of midnight feathers
you enfold me