I pry into the future Through a burning lens Walking in the witches' circle Till names and numbers bend The din of hag diviner Fading in the wind
Brainsick with delirium Insensible to pain I conjure up the memory Of a buried bygone shame The twisted melancholia Of the frenzied and deranged
In my giddy reverie I muse on the unseen The hidden features of a species Lurking in a dream A looming spectre auguring My blighted self-esteem
Is it cankerworm or harridan Or hellhound on the hill Or ghoulish ogre cannibal Sitting on my window sill Pimping gilded curses With every jaded thrill
