Crystal Stilts
Bright Night
Isolate essence ecstaticallyAssess malevolent capacityPerfect an inverted perfidyAffect an atavismBring out the worst in meFriends seem afraidNeighbors just curse at meHurling aspersionsAt my church of perversityFinding faces in a blacknessFathom form in the abyssThis vision's chaos of colorIs a collision of bane and blissThat's not the real sunI'm not the real oneIt's not the real sunI'm not the real one
From Letras Mania