A Flower In The Dark Tide

Tell me all your sins

I will be in your soft dream

I will try all your delights

Then caress your sleeping face

What do you feel when i am inside?

In your room, resting in your chair.

Watching you moving at the silent sound of your heart.

Talking to your cat, and ignoring your presence.

In your room the pictures of sadness

Hang on the walls, hiding the holes

There is nothing to do at your home

But to sit and to stare at your misery

Careless for the lives of the people

Sick mindless bastards, young and too old

In their homes, in their beds

Filth and ashes from the broken hopes

All are washed away by the tide to the sea

Crushing demons from the deep, burning pit

Stand at your doors, crawl in your bed

They beg you to tell them a short fairy tale

Before the endless, torturing sleep

They are like you. i feast upon you.

You take my life. i let you.