Poison

Wither away . Rot away far away . Away from here . It came to my doorstep at odds of the night , lingered,  conducted  its electric symphony, a sleepy avenue . Echo your tunes like frigid clay , kick your drums , a remorseful thunder . Euphoric we go black to gray  , heats dim at the tunnels end , havoc sleeps away , withers away ,rot away ,far away,away from here .it came to my doorstep at evens of the day , triggered performed crimson tunes of greater flames , booming boulevards of the grim lullabies , my hearts stoned shades of barbaric , slow hearse of folly , you're something wicked .