Haint - Goblin Cock

Tugged in the darkness

Swear I’m awake

Alone filled invitation

Behind the mustache

It’s not a faith

It’s not a prestidigitation

I’m about to faint

I’m grabbed by the ankles

How long can he breathe?

How deep is he strangled?

Weathered church and

Weathered paint

All the priests and apostles

Every tactic is a Haint

Couldn’t be any wronger

Undead boys don’t need protection

And they can hold their breath all night long

Ghost boys don’t need no hassles

And they can grow back what they have lost