debtor

 
you seek me in my darkened state
a blue moon on a flight of fancy
where my bare soul shows its honesty
 
this is when insanity comes
collecting all the insaniums  
because our debt must be paid to mother moon
sacred goddess calling all of her children out of hiding
 
compelled we have no choice
our anxiety grows until we spill our pent up aggression
the dark presses in our minds
 
entering our communal pool of thought
with thick indigo stains
lusting the night our passion grows
 
while on the hunt
we stir shadows until we find you
and illicit some sort of response from you
a thrill perhaps  
 
heads to the street we hear its heartbeat
it pulses for you, who have summoned the dread
we've come to collect the devil's debt