Macabre Waltz

As we walk through the light only the darkness we see

But to enter into it's shadow means lost divinity

The grasp of cold wrapped round your spine, entwines delight in sick design

Molded to line your soft insides in-flew whispers to taunt your mind

A dormant door to the den of dark now unlocked letting lose aberrant lust

The fulfillment of which from dawn to dusk will leave you warped as a soulless husk

A trail of voluptuous glee, that spins the all gears and turns the keys

Set to erupt when time is up and your sin then belongs to me

Where is morality, has it left and set me free?

even the devil is shook when he takes a look and sees what I have come to be