i hum to my sigil
vibrations open my mind
my demon behind me grins
chanting the ails away
like a cool tumbler of gin
a crook in the road no one tends to mind
except me
to where i swerve
and find myself flying
the clouds i can touch
the symbols mean something
a low frequency i can see
i sit and stare as they begin
begin to swirl and dance around
like bluebirds i've heard in a song
a hymn i've read
listen to the sights
the swirling dance of lights
candles flicker about
fire dancers in their rite
come to me in a dream
a dream where i cannot scream
my evil cannot rest
it works too hard
pushes me to the edge
where i can jump
like a pebble off a cliff
an avalanche of a shift
bid me a tale
of the ones you have lead
down a path that is riddled
with crippling sed
and feverous dread
am i the one
you tend to next
or the one that you shroud
covered in beautiful shreds
of skin and flesh
not bloody or fresh
i hum to my sigil
the symbols they chant
and dance around like light
while i put on the rites
sacrilegious in nature
he is the one i go for nurture
