In the quiet of the night under the moons glow;
Within the shadows where whispers hide a mysterious spell unfolds,
In teeth, like towers each guard silent craving more.
A smile of innocence concealing laughter
The bones of the living trapped in a sea of enamel.
Twice they'll visit you in dreams once in terror. Once in sorrow
Shining and pure but soaked in dread.
They. Gnaw endlessly feasting on your cries
Rattling in the dark void an unending vision.
Appearing pure yet tainted, with sin observers of truths
What they've witnessed, what they've devoured a banquet of flesh and blood.
Their shine, their gleam, a sight illuminating the darkness
Peer closely and you may glimpse your own souls turmoil.
Who am I that dwells within you? A beautiful prison harboring horrors.