Immortal clothing — with Crimsin

In the night is where it echoes  
Reverberating woe from this sable womb  
I heed you in the shadows  
as you fade your presence  
over the contours of misalign  
to shade the shine of lunacy  
 
Your lips blade the quips of my enchantments  
Beguiling my stance  
To stable the whine that pierces  
pricking these bones that stiffen the spine  
To the rind— where it simmers  
 
In the torrents of this curse  
in the winds that pit my skin  
I relent  
Madness runs circles in this shallow box  
Sadness seeps vile from this vicious rot
To wane these veins of life  
 
be still in the night  
lifeless as in death yet rise  
hearing you weep in the pale cold of light  
enter in to the horror of crave  
you will not be alone but you will go insane  
 
grieving what you have touched  
not to disturb but to discover  
to ail in the morbid frost  
sometimes it tis too much  
 
my hunger growls within me  
my fleeting soul beckons  
the chamber opens  
and my spirits begin to tremble with excitement  
 
greeting your grief with mirth  
they will keep you warm in the dark shine  
as you alter then shift  
into your immortal clothing