The Brides - Argyle Goolsby

I watch light slip away

I sense them enter the room

I feel my heart wrestle cold despair

impending imminent doom

though your love hangs from me like a crucifix

(I pray my soul to keep.)

protective glimmer in the night

(beacon in the night.)

I feel their spell weaving into me

though my veins start to swell

I resist the veil of The Brides

They’re drawing close!

They circle closer to my bed

Nocturnal eyes paralyze

Lithe hands of evil pattern on my flesh

I roll the whites of my eyes

though your love hangs from me like a crucifix

(I pray my soul to keep.)

protective glimmer in the night

(beacon in the night.)

I feel their spell weaving into me

though my veins start to swell

I resist the veil of The Brides

inside I’m burning to STOP!

detach my soul, and run away

their soulless prey I shall not become

at home you wait for me

as you count the days, and each turning page

Harrowing visions inside the prison

nursing incisions

marked by The Brides

My loves pure morning sun magnified

GO!