Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow

Randomly I learned language of Gods
and then cursed their names through the window,
glowing silence leaked through my veins
while I spoke with Rhamon and Stinger.

Rhamon was the ghost of Undead
he symbolically ate his victims
and then he made bonfires
and aimed at the sky with poisoned arrows.

Stinger was a guitarist once broken inside
he cut off his platinum hair and built a church,
went to the islands and painted over shores;
he was my idol and my guide through the dark.

Tomorrow Rhamon will suffocate my entity
and repair it with implements of fear.
And tomorrow Stinger's sacraments will
haunt me in my dreadful dreams.
and tomorrow I'll die.

Randomly I learned language of Gods
and then cursed their names through the window,
glowing silence leaked through my veins
while I spoke with Rhamon and Stinger.