Broken Pieces

Pitter, patter as mirror shards Rain down on the porcelain sink

Killing Pace

Living in a constant State of panic

The devil's mistress Is a crueler ruler

Sewn shut I cannot say A word against you

If you follow a black cat Instead of a white rabbit

Superstition like paranoia Is just being cautious If they're really out to get you

Drink your poison Every last drop

The glow of their eerie grins Seem to follow me As they flicker

Witching hour is almost here Fear the chill that creeps

I've made friends With the monster