No Time for Space Swept the sky with a witches broom And polished the black marbled clouds I fell asleep on a marshmallow moon All wrapped up in stardust shroud Life is so much better here
This cold November day Has thrown open its doors To see more of what it can do Across the fields I tread Towards a grey horizon Watched by clouds that loiter with intent.
My Inferno should be Yours Burn Till skin is crisp I want you to know my soul Under your feet As your march I want cacophonous wails And speed of fright A skull ripped from a seam