The Devil Seeps Under Closed Doors (Lullaby)

Here by your bedside, I draw you close
And sing through lips of blue
A morbid riddle; a blackened prose
As midnight hour begins to imbue.
A figure; a shadowed apparition
Virgin girl-child, thighs gushing red
It was her own blackened mind; her own volition
White fingers weaving dark thread.
The nauseous soil of ebony minds
Smothered, strangled by the diamond seed of suicide
Children and demons, fingers entwined
Doors with red crosses hide the outside.
The poison paint the corpse drank with empty eyes
Inhaled through her toxic lips
The creaking of wooden doors to which she was apprised
The steady, leaking drips.
The infant sat by the bed, playing with a knife
Sliding it through his fingers; now laced with blood
Begging the darkness- "Take my life!"
The sheets of his still-warm bed were caked with mud.
Tremendously, my child, as the spiders kept vigil
The writing on the walls sank through the plaster
The moonlight curved the man's sinister smile
And the beautiful corpse sank from the rafters.
So, hush my child- chant your prayers
Clasp your cross to your heart tightly
I'll keep my station by the stairs
As the breeze twitches the curtains, ever so slightly.