[Mitch]

Floating lights , cobwebs, cells in the attic, mutate, particle fusion, confusion,
a loop swung from the cieling, arching barbedwired carvings of demons
sprawl out reaching with claws round beating hearts, sounds decent.
crawling beneath one inch of creaking floorboard creeping cockroachs breeding.
Monsters meat in the basement for secret exchanges of cleanly fileted skin,
Easily playing as people to lead them away from safety to my evil cathedral oasis.
Where naked necromancers mangle day born infants, still born incest,
claiming dominion over sages of wisdom. Where cape torn villians chilling
befor killin to afford penance to a drug lord, injectin viper venom as adrenaline pumps more.
Methheads behind one door, the next is a funhouse,
where children who love corn stick amphibian tungues out.