Relapse inside a suburban villa
Asbestos foxes adorn the eyes
Spellbound inside fetish-wear
Ego bliss at the orifice
The heart betrays the Banshee
Disillusioned it with flying buttresses
Which leads the creature to train of thoughts
Such as:
"This house could use some dirt
And the dirt could use some glam"
Then proceeded to stain the basement
The Banshee was once told to
"Refrain from killing the manatee
But still keep the vampire's threat"
But wasn't loved enough to listen.
Over-quenched by Gargoyles in the body
Still staying up this very late
The night has voted by proxy
Darkness isn't for eternity
Therefore, all it could do
is to be grateful
For letting it enter upon its realm
In the first place..
[Q: Riddle me this, WHO AM I? ]
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