False Prophet  

Nightwalker; Sleep talker
The boy with so many stalkers
They climbed through your window when you were inebriated
Molestation celebrated
Necrophiliac whores
Getting their kicks from your beautiful corpse
They love your tight little but
They hide from the light
Those white zombie succubus sluts
Cry sweet demons
Wash him with your salt
Awaken his other half
The dark child with the vicious laugh
Where is his night life wife
His fallen angel turned obsidian black
His sword in the night
Flying far to bring hers home
Come out, come out wherever you are
His shooting star
He calls from the dragon's throat
Your sweet frog seeks the road
Take your false prophet home.

© 2006  Joe Blow