She would lie upon the bed and stare into the wall
Where the shadows flicker and they beckon and they crawl
Cloakina's children grown in bottles in the dark
Seen and heard by the heresiarch
Boiling in fumes pregnant of black gold's sweet perfume
Noxious the flowers by the light of the moon
Some play with poison
And some kill themselves in love
And turn to heavens
Then to demons
Or just nothing at all
Roses are red violets are blue
Lilies pale as death
The flowers of evil
Bloom for you
Ashes we'll be both you and me
Ashes we'll be so let us burn
Just properly
The city sleeps and dreams in neon tinted urine streams
Oh chime the night and all the things that dark redeems
There is not a place tonight on earth I