Whispering again bad sorrowful smile
Taking it and breaking it – Eat the defile.
So many toes for the silence to taste
Attacking and snacking on the palest faced.
Reaching inside feeling tender demise
It won’t fear the cries of the seventeen eyes.
But they will fear, for it’s steered so very near
They wait for the silence that they can’t hear.

The moon and the shadow and the dark dark night
Bear witness to the terror of the cherished sight
They walk until they’re following the tragic light
The whispers get softer as the air gets tight.

It seeps into your muscles and your bones and your eyes
And grows to an absolutely hideous size
Kicking in your arm and it grabs what it lies
Through your shoulders and your neck to your brain it’d rise.

Inside.

Inside.