Shadow Man

I've got black shadows in my mind

I've a lot packed, which must unwind

Lust and dust cage me like twine

I must adjust my fine lined spine

These stately shadows, like a Raven's craven line

"Nevermore", shall I adore, a glad rose or a fine shined whore

 

I've had those, but I'm mad so it's all conjecture

I suspect you're ready for bad prose, please elect your

Ears to hear my words which steadily electrically sear

Expect this specter to detect your nectar queer

Then wreck your sector just like Sektor dear

 

This is mortal combat, with an aortal portal to come at

While I'm stylin' a high hat, cause I'm phat like the hatted cat

Of Cheshire, yes in dire fire, I live with stressor

I must confess that I'm no professor, just a flow guesser

With a role to go bless your whore, then stress your

Little notions of commotion, cause oceans of supposin' (supposing)' to set in motion

Which have made me a mess or a jester. so here I sit to infest your

Nest, poor, with my best, or, my very worst

See I'm just a door cursed to be opened, roped in

Hoped then have my hinges broken

Then with syringes I am copin'

I said I'm smokin' more dope than you can roll in

Opium highs, morphine eyes, morphing skies, with door fiend lies

That grip you by surprise, then terrorize, when you can only plot self demise