A souless heart, a darkened mind behind
cold, gray eyes that stare through to your
pitiful resolve. I am a piece of leathered cloth
in a dark corner waiting for your wishes.
I am Warlock
The shadows of night run, searching for
the looking glass of light, to be saved from
tentacles reaching out to capture and devour.
I will suck the marrow from your soul; my appetited never sated.
I am Warlock.
Wish upon a nightmare. Star dark, star dark. Foolishly pray
to a paper jesus for false salvation that never comes. I don't
conjour magic, I conjour what within you secretly want. You
desire me with fear, as you should. You desire me with lust, as you should.
I am Warlock.
Call me Loki, call me the lost soul of Lazerus, call me what
you will. I exist on the plain of never more waiting for minions
to join me and suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
I am no more than you; I am you. Look deep inside and I am there.
We are...