Aurum Reclusa - Cult Leader

Behind somber eyes of muted silver

I cultivate my pain

For they are shields

And my tongue a weapon

Cut deep and lick the pain

A sharpened edge through soft skin

A human shell of venom

I shine this golden light upon you

Let you call it life

Beautifully crated words mean nothing

They carry no weight

For pithing my heart you’ll find no purchase

I’ll leave you just as dead as me

Golden, empty, full of venom