Irrumator: The Silent Song From The Sixth Floor



The night eclipsed
A beauty weaned
Nerves taxed
By the incredulous piping
I am aware of him
The small man above me
Never sleeping never eating
Just pining away in a dream.
(Yes, they come for him)
His song touches
His violin like murder
It kills away the civil me
And bring me to my knees
Oh violent beauty
Of monotone horror
What have you brought to us
Today my brother?
The stars swirl above and about
The piping grows stronger
Within and without
The door slides open
To Khaos we come