Malformed Idol

Frostbitten fingers claw my skin

Her gaze—twin voids where light caves in

She lingers where the walls weep black

Joints creak like nooses pulled taut

She writhes when the moon bleeds red

Pumps nightmares through my veins

Her lips, stitched with spider thread

Slick with tar—black thoughts remain

Neither corpse nor creature—something worse

A malformed idol of thread and rot

She drinks my screams, feeds on cursed sweat

Devours devotion—leaves only dread

Wrapped in a shroud of flayed skin

A patchwork of lovers long discarded

Her chest—a hive of rusted blades

A parasite muse, her touch defiled

Her veins pulse with stolen life…

Bones of the past dust her shrine…

She reaps your soul as you sleep…

Her grin splits wide—you are now mine…

Neither corpse nor creature—something worse

A malformed idol of thread and rot

She slithers through shadows, brands my core

A blasphemous union—our bed, her plot

She festers… (she festers…)

Burrowing deeper… (consuming…)

Her roots grow… (her roots grow…)

Forever… (forever…)