Acid Bath

Alas there's a dire dream you cannot escape, or forbear

Control as an oneironaut would, or even purge the mare

In this state of terror, you'll never awake, if you succumb

Drowning in the caustic reverie until you're lifeless numb

Balefully your throes may endure, as you lose your mind

As the demon that has found you, becomes well defined

The fire will burn, but without a flame, there is only wrath

Hideously devouring you in the depravity of an acid bath

 

Scaring Crows

Sackcloth sentinel, seemingly sequestered to a loam of wiccan throes

Cruciform posing as an effigy, your presence is beyond scaring crows

And those who impaled you, nailed you, to a cross of crumbling wood

Rooted in the crop, your petrified face hidden beneath a rippling hood

In the shimmering distance they're all around you, all the buzzing flies

Nefarious creatures, laying their eggs for maggots in your empty eyes

Gagging putrefaction's caught and wisped on a breeze and fills the air

Causing all the ravenous birds of a feather, to flee and feed elsewhere

Rotting occultists oblation, you were once upon a time, a man of straw

Often heard in many ominous nightmares and of what's passed before

Whispering in weird incomprehensible tortured tongues, as if to repent

Staving off those who gorge in a frenzy, with a scarecrow's last lament