Obscenity - with Crimsin

In my madness of darkness
of twilight's lobotomy
with old lace and shawl
and unquenchable thirst
 
piercing depth of the dark
of disgruntled dead
rising from my tongue
crashing in my head

six steps down
from the shrouded sun
with the veil of Hell
dripping blood on the scaffold

seeking asylum with murderers
bloodletting fools will never drain me of my insanity
cruelness curdles where vultures dine

upon mine honor, dire straights do not trouble
nor sharpened tongues cut too deeply
I should shudder

corrupt of thought, yesss...
I am a court jester
separate head from the corpse
I will still testify of corruption

foul of faith and dalliances with the devil
I am she who betrayed you