It's as though the night had beckoned, it's beckoning so strong,
The strength within its beating heart, causing a longing far too long,
It wasn't until I dreamt a dream that I realised what was wrong,
The woes and needs within the brain, such a dirty little song.
Dares't I speak it? Dares't I call out its name?
Never, lest I was the one to blame,
for I dove... I dove far too deep.
Which is why, upon this night, I could not sleep.
I tossed and turned, I rattled the sheets,
I longed and begged in silence, for its treats.
Such a selfish desire,
For it was one, who longed for foolish fire.
Its name a pain upon the tongue,
It's face a disgrace, written and poorly strung.
Little did it beg, nor want for none.
Longing for death, for it to be done.
The wretched beast upon my lips,
Its claws, blackened fingertips,
Its sickening violet skin,
The eyes that pierced so deeply in.
A spark, just as it would touch my frame,
Awake, alive, I had come again.
For everything that I had seen,
The longing, the need, was all a dream.
The strength within its beating heart, causing a longing far too long,
It wasn't until I dreamt a dream that I realised what was wrong,
The woes and needs within the brain, such a dirty little song.
Dares't I speak it? Dares't I call out its name?
Never, lest I was the one to blame,
for I dove... I dove far too deep.
Which is why, upon this night, I could not sleep.
I tossed and turned, I rattled the sheets,
I longed and begged in silence, for its treats.
Such a selfish desire,
For it was one, who longed for foolish fire.
Its name a pain upon the tongue,
It's face a disgrace, written and poorly strung.
Little did it beg, nor want for none.
Longing for death, for it to be done.
The wretched beast upon my lips,
Its claws, blackened fingertips,
Its sickening violet skin,
The eyes that pierced so deeply in.
A spark, just as it would touch my frame,
Awake, alive, I had come again.
For everything that I had seen,
The longing, the need, was all a dream.
