Necromance

 An ageless scribbled getaway,
 my undead perks begin to ring
 this dirtnap tracing mind of grey,
 a bannered fool beneath a king.
 
 As nitwit baning crescents gash
 worth dipshit moons across the sky,
 the venom doubts with blinding flash,
 a meltdown torching sulk & spy.
 
 This monstrous sense of salt fire eye,
 about the wind my cobweb sings.
 This comedown sheathes a hopeless high,
 a fuckwad face of remind stings.
 
 On unearthed stalking spirits by,
 the storm-struck whisper secret flings.
 My braindead thoughts are shambling nigh
 with restless wond'ring love & things.
 
 A freewilled rat race breakaway
 of mortal coil upon the wing,
 our babbling shrouds are hissing dry,
 an equal feast for fool & king.
 
 As raucous musics tender clash
 with asswipe grins upon the lies,
 a crippling doubt is binding lash
 & throbbing torch behind the eyes.