black shadow

Black Shadow there’s a blacker thing in there.
Dark music and a Darkness in the air.
swing naked in a sea of moonlight if tomorrow never comes,
but if it does, then find something to wear.
There’s an angel shooting up in my bathroom.
The devil’s in the kitchen baking pie.
We will all surrender to the forces from within us;
whatever it takes – whatever – to get high…
there’s a big black thing living here with me
there’s a cloud over my head and i can’t see
take my hand and we will surely be set free
this ugly thing will leave and let me be
i hover over windows to a spirit?
watching as the Ghost it packs its bags
leaving for another world, leaving for the sun
in Death we all will wear but one Disguise.
still waiting for the Host to give reprieve
this shallow world’s become too much to bear
suffer the doom of a thousand sickened & wait for the Hand of Fate
And the cold, stark Breath of God will be your air…