11th Hour

The hour of wreckoning draws near, judgement day is here and gone, sweetly she draws me into her arms, a liquid embrace to chase the day away. Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb, stumbling into solitude. A clouded judgement day is fueled. Take me under your black wings, mark my words and remember me. So sweetly she sucks away at my time, so sweetly she draws me nigh, closer and closer toward never ending sleep, spin the bottle, kiss only the bottle. The dark mistress of many, beholden to none, slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement, eternal engagement, never consummated. Take me under your black wings, mark my words and remember me. Destroyer of senses. So take as needed for the pain, another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky. My sweet demoness beckons me, ever again and again and again and again. The dark mistress of many, beholden to none, my sweet demoness beckons me, ever again and again and again and again and again, take me under your black wings. Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction.