Monsterous with the talented Adagio

 
alchemy of debauchery seducing the quill
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance  
on winding stairs a smile without end  
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin

shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need of darker things
casting out the brightly colors of fomer days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst
the black shall blot out all those days
and I will rise from the shackles of normality
and become the monster I've always been