spikes of delirium~with the wicked Adagio

 
Sometimes a long shadow whispers
hiding it's dark head in my mind
echoing obscurity growing on vine
as my quill serenades my opine

the darkness intent on expression
sends spikes through my thoughts to inspire
the soulless wanderer enters the solemn corridor
inviting me to walk deeper into the madness

awaiting is a strange calm hibernating in my corpse
on a long winter's night shaking ashes from the urn
careful to feast lest I be feast on