Scratches On My Gravestone

| Creature of My Night and Day |

Heavy eyelids welcoming a new dark season

Tangible spirits of love, haunting my reason

These scratches of daylight, always beyond control

Unable to stop, carving deep into my soul

Over and over, the scars cut into my throat

Fermented fear burning down what foolishness wrote

Savour malicious flavour, the heat of the fire

The terrible torture now becomes my desire

Shivers of sin suffer, endless spiralling fall

Never enough, fragile frame slams into the wall

I scream out, something small stirs, flesh and bone of night

Merciless monster heart, it still craves poisoned light

It feeds off of my life force, starving my essence

Wasting away, I'm drained from my own presence

My cold coffin lies open, bleeding and torn

Murderous wails, wishing for the sun as they mourn

Forgot what tears taste like, but remember the stain

The pain I gave to myself, driving me insane

Wandering with shadows of secrets, I see

Reflections of whispers, they all beckon to me

Attempting to follow, I start fading away

Leaving behind the creature of my night and day