In the shadows where nightmares breed,
I walk a path where light does bleed,
Through hollow graves and silent cries,
Beneath the shroud where daylight dies.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄,
In your decay, they find their lore,
Feasting on what once was bright,
Now consumed by endless night.

The air is thick with death's perfume,
In this forsaken, timeless tomb,
Bones whisper secrets to the dirt,
Of forgotten love and eternal hurt.

A heart once vibrant, now decays,
Lost in the labyrinth of endless days,
Skin, a canvas of death's design,
Where rot and ruin intertwine.
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄,
A banquet laid on the cold floor,
In their hunger, you find your end,
As they devour, you can't defend.

So in this crypt where shadows creep,
Among the bones where silence weeps,
You are the feast, the final course,
For death's embrace shows no remorse.