A daze of black emotion
A breath of leprous air
Hollow my devotion
To reap this sullen lair
Here the men are silent
Here the graves are bare
I usurp the wicked thoughts
I caress the shame they share
I hold the night in my hand
On my shoulders the bleak firmament hangs
I am the thief whom no lock can hold
I am the grave of all hope
Secrets of these shallow minds
Sins the wretched hide
The deeper down disease resides
The more eager I am to find
My essence lies in every man
My cold blood roams their veins
Coiled within those weak of heart
The bitter and the vain
Drink the fear I paint the darkness with
Hold dear the moments of sound sleep
The night is mine to wield
Usurp me - The night air you breathe
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