this 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