Immortal Clothing with the talented Everavalon

 
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