Catnip Of Thorns

In shadow's pale, catnip of thorns
dragging me to your empty grave
in nightmares that I have made
chasing demons of dark

A fragrant scent of death's horn
tasting of sweet formaldehyde
over veiled eyes of indelible ink
penning your twilight's obituary

As grey butterflies pass over shade
in shadow's pale, catnip of thorns
dragging me to your empty grave
hearing only an echo