Malformed Idol

Frostbitten fingers claw my skin Her gaze—twin voids where light caves in She lingers where the walls weep black Joints creak like nooses pulled taut She writhes when the moon bleeds red Pumps nightmares through my veins Her lips, stitched with spider thread, Slick with tar—black thoughts remain. Neither corpse nor creature—something worse A malformed idol of thread and rot She drinks my screams, feeds on cursed sweat Devours devotion—leaves only dread Wrapped in a shroud of flayed skin A patchwork of lovers long discarded Her chest—a hive of rusted blades A parasite muse, her touch defiled Her veins pulse with stolen life… Bones of the past dust her shrine… She reaps your soul as you sleep… Her grin splits wide—you are now mine… Neither corpse nor creature—something worse A malformed idol of thread and rot She slithers through shadows, brands my core A blasphemous union—our bed, her plot She festers… (she festers…) Burrowing deeper… (consuming…) Her roots grow… (her roots grow…) Forever… (forever…) Lyrics: Cheshirah