Tiny Whispers

Lull me with not your insecurities
I have no need for your impurities
Malice breads in my contempt
Look at all the blood I’ve spent

Pathways don’t lead to heaven here
In twilight when the end is near
Wrench my tongue from out my month
And hand it to one, just like yourself

For now I feed on rotten corpses
Look at this one he was taught
Seen by who, but who is seeker
Have you seen a limb look any sleeker

As the blood drips like wine
Feel her pulse as in flows through mine
For in the shadows there are tiny whispers
Do you think she’ll be missed by her sister

Look a blister on her thumb
I rather thought, that I was the only one
Two pounds of livers for that head
You’ll have no better hanging place for it I’ll bet

For I am very hard to resist
I’ll lull deep within the mist
To feel the pulse of my shadowy kiss