Making A Dead Living

I built my home in the grave.
I thought I could make the dead behave.
I became the master slave.
Brain decayed and soon I caved.
Consumed the crave to conform to pain.
I'm the walking slain. Care to play my game?
You will die to know my name.
Victim Syc son of Cain, Victor of Sin cannot be tamed.
Cold with the tounge from ice in the vein.
Controlled by it but won't admit...He's vain.

The dead are living inside my mind.
The living are dead inside I find.

Love me to death because the dead are deaf.
I'll be blind to the rest.
Let me rot while I rest.
Wait awhile for success.
Bleed me ingest, digest my flesh,
Sexy Succubus.

The dead are living inside my mind.
The living are dead inside I find.

Viewing Sheol through a peephole.
Watching the creep grow, but  can't sleep though.
Crossing the river in a glass bowl.
But didn't know there's no free toll
If you owe your owned by the brown troll.
Intrest is high, but interest is low.

Living for the friends I find.
Dying because not one is kind.