Treachery, I write you
Your scythe to my needs
Derision, a pox sent
Into my bloodstream

Your lies, stark violations
Invasions pursued
The harpies suggestions
Like carrion brood

Like a mothfly charmed by fire
Eyes swollen
Like mating widow spiders

Lycanthrope, vigor disease
The scorching of thine heart
The aberrant stipulations
A master of black art

The sun dies, the stars crash
Into lunar mood
Unsettling the hopefuls
Despite all sinews

The time will come
When the fucking gods
Weep for men
When all your vows are desolate

As we’re held down
I’ll still hold this breath
Until I meet with Charon

As we’re held down
Prolonging the death
Of you, I’ll see you gone